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.

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

checking Mitch’s phone before answering

Mitch is asleep…” Ariana began, and I knew instantly that Stella was

from Ariana’s grasp. She looked at Neil and me

skunk and sprawled out on the bed, fully dressed. It doesn’t look like anything has happened. Don’t worry, I’ll handle things here. You should get some

ranting stopped abruptly, replaced

I got here. Goodnight.” I hung up and handed the phone

atmosphere, Neil was smiling, his

he was laughing. All I knew was

get in?!” Ariana demanded, flustered yet

you no shame?” I shot back coldly,

my gaze. “I don’t understand what you mean. This is

your bed, and you’re asking what I mean? Ariana, stop playing games. You’re

much to drink. He was alone and vulnerable at the bar, so I brought

his house for dinner, don’t tell me you don’t know where he lives.

She looked at Neil, pleading, “Mr. Whitmore,

interrupted her, “I

could tell he was not the least bit interested in

clutching her towel tighter. Suddenly, she let go of the towel, which immediately fell to the floor, revealing

couldn’t fathom her actions. But after seeing

quite

turned his back, reacting faster than I

of your mind?” I was speechless

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