NovelEnglishChapter 235
Dexter stared at Angela's face for a long moment before speaking.
"You've been looking down these past couple of days. Is something on your mind?"
Angela stared off into space, lost in her thoughts.
He waved a hand in front of her eyes. "Are you okay?"
Angela jolted back to reality, meeting Dexter's deep, dark gaze. Her heart
trembled for a second before she quickly averted her eyes.
"I'm fine. I'm going to bed. Do as you please."
That night, the bedroom was pitch-black. Angela tossed and turned for a long tbefore finally drifting into
sleep.
"Angie... Angie..."
Half-conscious, she seemed to hear someone calling her name. She opened her eyes and saw a familiar figure
before her.
She immediately sat up and bowed slightly. "Mr. Lawson."
Henry was in his 50s. His expression was solemn, and he exuded an undeniable air of authority.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Do you regret it now?" he asked, a cold sneer on his lips. His sharp gaze pierced straight through her, as if
searching the depths of her soul.
Angela's heart sank. A wave of pain spread through her. It was suffocating and unbearable. Tears welled up in
her eyes, but she didn't dare to lift her head-she didn't dare to look at him.
"Mr. Lawson... I-It's all my fault... | made the wrong choice back then..."
Angela's shoulders trembled slightly, and tears fell down her face. But regret was all she had left.
"Pitiful... Truly pitiful..."
A sorrowful sigh echoed in the air. Angela's nose stung, and she couldn't hold back her sobs any longer.
She had once said she would give up everything just to marry Dexter. She had thrown herself into what she'd
thought was love, like a moth to a flame.
And now?
She had been slapped in the face by reality.
"Angela? Angela?"
Dexter gently patted her shoulder, trying to wake her.
He had gotten up in the middle of the night for a glass of water when he'd heard the faint sounds of sobs coming
through her slightly open door. Feeling uneasy, he'd cin to check.
He hadn't expected to find her crying in her sleep, as if she were trapped in a nightmare.
Angela jolted awake, shooting up in bed, her forehead covered in cold sweat.
Seeing Dexter in front of her, she thought she had gone insane. Without a second thought, she raised her hand
and slapped him.
It wasn't hard, but the crisp smack echoed loudly in the quiet room.
Dexter's face darkened instantly. "What's wrong with you?"
He clenched his teeth, resisting the urge to strangle this unreasonable woman.
Angela wiped her tears away and took a long moment to recover from the nightmare.
"Why are you here?" she asked hoarsely, her voice still choked with emotion.
Dexter was still fuming. He let out a cold snort. "I should've just minded my own business!"
Angela said nothing, her head lowered as if she were lost in thought. After a moment, she finally looked up.
"Sorry, | hit you by mistake. Nurse it yourself."
Dexter flung his sleeve and stormed out.
The next morning, Angela dragged herself downstairs, sporting two dark circles under her eyes. Dexter was
already seated at the dining table,eating a sandwich. When he
saw her, he even shot her a glare.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAngela ignored him, sitting down and taking a sip of milk before saying, "I've decided to accept Mia's invitation."
After all, she had been rude at first.
Dexter's expression remained cold. "Suit yourself."
Angela fell silent. After a pause, she asked, "Are you going?"
Dexter's hand froze in midair. He was clearly surprised by the question. His expression softened just a little, but
his voice remained indifferent.
"That has nothing to do with you."
With just a few words, Angela was met with cold rejection.
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