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.

didn’t glance towards the door but

checking Mitch’s phone before

and I

She looked at Neil and me in disbelief,

was still ranting. I reassured her, “Stella, it’s me. Mitch is drunk as a skunk and sprawled out on the bed, fully dressed. It doesn’t look like anything has happened. Don’t worry,

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

Goodnight.” I hung up and

atmosphere, Neil was smiling, his perfect crescent-shaped eyes full of

why he was laughing. All I knew

Ariana demanded, flustered yet trying to

I shot back coldly, ignoring

avoiding my gaze. “I don’t understand what you mean. This is my apartment, so

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

Mr. Mitch had too much to drink. He was alone and vulnerable at the bar, so

him home? You’ve been to his house for dinner, don’t tell me you don’t know

She looked at Neil, pleading,

interrupted her, “I

could tell he was not the least

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

couldn’t fathom her actions. But after seeing her ample bosom, I had an inkling.

quite a

turned his back, reacting faster than

of your mind?” I was speechless at Ariana’s

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