Todos los capítulos de Winning My Ex-Crush: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Laird’s POVIn the morning, I hurriedly drove Fenella to Gene's office. By the time we arrived, it was exactly nine o'clock."Hi, Laird, Nice to meet you," Jessy greeted, extending himself towards me.Perhaps he intended to kiss both my cheeks, but Fenella quickly intervened between us. Her face looked stern, her eyes fixed on him."Good morning, Jessy," Fenella greeted him with a wide smile, though her eyes clearly glared at him."Oh, geez, you scare me!" Jessy exclaimed irritably."Hi, Jessy!" I chuckled."Come on, follow me. Alan's waiting in his office. Do you have the documents?" Jessy asked, turning to walk up the stairs."Yes. They're printed and paid for," Fenella replied."Are you ready to sign them today?" Jessy asked with giggles."Yes, I trust you completely, Jessy. Don't disappoint me," she said, wagging her finger in front of Jessy's face."No, darling. I've always been able to satisfy you in these seven years," Jessy laughed. He glanced at me and laughed again. "Of cour

Fenella’s POV"Why was your face gloomy?" Jessy asked."It's nothing," I replied."This morning, you signed a contract as Gene's main model. You got Oscar de Ragetti as your first client for the entire fashion brand and his clubs. Just an hour ago, you secured a second client for a cosmetics collaboration," he asked quickly."What else is bothering you?" he asked irritably.I just shook my head and hugged my knees to my chest. It was already 8 p.m. tonight, but Laird had only responded to my messages briefly, seeming reluctant to communicate with me again. Slowly, my tears started to flow, and I could only bury my face in my knees.Seeing my tears, Jessy immediately sat beside me on the couch. He put his arm around my shoulder and rubbed my back, which jerked with each sob."What's really going on? Tell me," Jessy coaxed softly.After holding it in all day, I couldn't contain my sadness anymore. I let my tears flow after waiting so long for a message from Laird. Now, I felt thankful t

Fenella’s POVThree weeks later…I sat in the long chair again with Jessy, Mike, Alan, and Laird. This time the courtroom was packed with journalists jotting notes in their notepads. Cameras were prohibited, and filming with phones was also forbidden."You look tense," Laird asked me."How could I not be tense? You said this prosecutor is famous," I whispered back.From a distance, I noticed the figure of an old man with a full head of silver hair. Such men were often referred to as silver foxes, with their whitened hair yet still energetic bodies.What did an experienced prosecutor like him want, anyway? Why bother with such a minor case?Laird himself didn't understand why a veteran prosecutor like that would handle such a small case. He suspected that Prosecutor Golden's presence was closely tied to Laird's father."All rise!" The bailiff's voice rang out as Judge Brown entered the room.We all stood up, and I gently squeezed Laird's hand beside me. My heart was pounding uncontroll

Fenella’s POVI stared at the two men standing in the defendant's place. Laird's face looked stern, his eyes squinting at Alan, while Alan appeared worried. Opposite them, Prosecutor Golden, standing behind the prosecutor's table, now wore a smug smile."What's your answer, Mr. Schmidt?" Judge Brown asked impatiently.Everyone whispered anxiously, waiting for Alan's response. I glanced at Jessy, and we exchanged nervous looks. It never occurred to me that Alan would change his mind at the last moment. But apparently, it could happen!"Your Honor, I—" Alan's voice caught in his throat: "I plead guilty."My eyes widened as I heard Alan finish his sentence, followed immediately by a sigh of relief. Reporters scribbled notes, Jessy breathed a sigh of relief, and so did Laird. I felt drained and held Jessy's hand tighter. Both of us smiled broadly."Everything will be fine," Jessy whispered to me."Thank you, Jessy," I whispered back.Upon hearing Alan's answer, Judge Brown also seemed rel

Fenella’s POVLaird stared at me intently and then glanced at his friend. Okay, I have to admit, I wasn't ready.If only Laird had chosen to introduce me as his close friend, I wouldn't have been able to do anything. I mean, I didn't know whether Laird would introduce me as his girlfriend or not.What if Laird didn't acknowledge me as his girlfriend? Especially now that our statuses are so different. Laird, the son of the firm's owner, for God's sake!"Yeah, she's my client," he calmly replied.What? My heart sank upon hearing Laird's answer. A client? Just that? I waited for Laird to explain or add more details, but there was nothing."Wow, nice to meet you, miss. I'm Derek. Laird must be thrilled to have such a beautiful client like you." Derek extended his hand to me with a broad smile."Oh, um, I'm Fenella," I murmured.My heart raced with a forced smile. I shook Derek's hand, and he gripped it firmly.He held my hand for a long time and engaged me in conversation about something