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.

the bathroom. She didn’t glance towards the door but went straight to

from us, checking Mitch’s phone before answering the

and I knew

walked over, snatching the phone from Ariana’s grasp. She looked at Neil and me in disbelief, seemingly

reassured her, “Stella, it’s me. Mitch is drunk as a skunk and sprawled out on the

Stella’s ranting stopped

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

his perfect crescent-shaped eyes full of

knew was that I wanted to

demanded, flustered yet trying to maintain composure.

shot back coldly, ignoring her question.

changed, her eyes darting around but avoiding my gaze. “I don’t understand

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

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

her lie. “If you were concerned about his safety, why didn’t you take him home? You’ve been to his house for dinner, don’t tell me you don’t know where he lives. And the bar is closer

looked at Neil, pleading, “Mr. Whitmore,

“I

he was not the least bit interested

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 her ample bosom, I

was quite a

his back, reacting faster

you out of your mind?” I was speechless

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