Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 441

Chapter 441

Having obtained Ariana’s present address, Neil and I drove there, following the directions from the GPS.

It was a commercial apartment complex, with easy access. Once we located Ariana’s apartment, we knocked a few times.

But there was no response, no sign of life within.

Could they not be inside? Had they checked into a hotel instead? I was resolute, if I caught them in any compromising position, I would document it and

hand it over to Stella. Mitch, as the guilty party, would stand no chance in the event of a divorce suit.

I had previously thought that if Mitch hadn’t made any substantial move, I would persuade Stella to give him another chance.

But now, my thoughts changed.

Neil dialed Mitch’s number, and I pressed my ear against the door, hearing the ringtone echo from within.

He was certainly inside!

As I pondered how to get in, Neil showed me his phone. It was a message from Gregory, who shockingly knew Ariana’s door code.

This made things easier. I punched in the numbers from the message, and the door clicked open quietly.

The apartment was a one-bedroom, one-living-room setup. The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom. Ariana was probably taking a shower, which was why she hadn’t heard us knocking.

Suddenly, the water stopped, and Mitch’s phone rang simultaneously.

bathroom. She didn’t glance towards the door but went straight to the bed where Mitch lay, snoring

turned away from us, checking Mitch’s phone before answering the call.

Mitch is asleep…” Ariana began, and I knew

She looked at Neil and me in

picked up, and Stella was still ranting. I reassured her, “Stella, it’s me. Mitch is drunk as a skunk and sprawled out on the bed, fully

you…” Stella’s ranting stopped abruptly, replaced by

I got here. Goodnight.” I hung up and handed the phone to Neil. “Hold

atmosphere, Neil was smiling, his perfect crescent-shaped

was laughing. All I knew was

demanded,

shot back coldly, ignoring

around but avoiding my gaze. “I don’t

Mitch, “He’s lying on your bed, and you’re asking what I mean? Ariana, stop playing games.

Mitch had too much to drink. He was alone and vulnerable at the

been to his

at Neil, pleading, “Mr. Whitmore, you know my character, you

her, “I don’t know.”

not the

the towel, which immediately fell to the floor, revealing her naked

her actions. But after seeing her ample bosom, I had

quite a

already turned his back,

of your mind?” I

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255