บททั้งหมดของ Sorry Ex, This Queen Is No Longer Yours: บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

Damon glanced behind him at Xander, noticing that Hazel hadn’t come up yet. It was just the two of them on the upper floor. “I know you like Hazel, but after being together with her for so long, if she liked you, you’d definitely feel it. The only reason you’re not together now is that Hazel doesn’t like you.” Damon had previously discussed Xander and Hazel’s relationship in detail with Kin and Chrissy. If they hadn’t been together before because of Xander’s hesitation, then after Hazel’s divorce from him, and with no progress between them, the only possible reason was that Hazel didn’t like Xander. However, Damon also knew that just because Hazel didn’t like him now, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t develop feelings for him after spending time together. “If it’s really like what Mr. Price says, then why bother coming here? Wouldn’t that just be a waste of your effort?” Xander was always calm, even in front of Damon, showing no signs of excitement or

Damon sat beside Hazel, his apologetic voice soft enough to make even himself feel uncomfortable. Hazel didn’t respond, and soon the atmosphere at the table became harmonious again, with no one speaking or making any inappropriate moves.After finishing the meal, Hazel said she needed to use the restroom, leaving only Damon and Xander at the table.This time, neither of them spoke. They both focused on their phones, and about ten minutes later, when Hazel still hadn’t returned, Damon started to sense that something was wrong."What’s going on? Hazel wouldn’t be feeling unwell, would she? You stay here, I’ll ask a waiter to check on her in the restroom."Xander, also sensing something was off, couldn’t stay seated. He stood up and followed a female waiter to the restroom area.They waited by the door while the waiter went inside to check if Hazel needed anything.To their surprise, the waiter came out alone after a quick check. "Sorry, gentle

Hazel carefully examined the dishes on the table, and her face immediately darkened. These were not her favorite foods, but her mother Novaria's favorites, which meant that the man in front of her must have had a close relationship with her mother.Given that he knew her mother's favorite dishes so well, their relationship couldn’t just be described as ‘good’ anymore.They were either the closest of kin or each other’s greatest and most formidable enemies.Only these two kinds of people could know each other so thoroughly.From the way the man had acted toward her, Hazel guessed that his relationship with her mother was likely the former."What is your relationship with my parents? These dishes are all my mother's favorites, and you’re so familiar with her," Hazel asked, her voice cold, as if laced with poison. The thought that this man might be connected to her parents' accident made her heart feel as though it were being pricked by a thousand nee

Harold pressed his lips together and said, “We just met, so you might not know me that well yet. I’m a straightforward guy, not one for beating around the bush or making empty promises.” “Since I said I wanted to talk to you alone, I meant it. It’s about Hazel.” Damon’s expression turned serious. He suddenly remembered that this man was supposed to be Hazel’s grandfather. No matter how things stood between them, some respect was still due. After all, he wasn’t sure how his relationship with Hazel might develop in the future. If it turned out everything before was just a misunderstanding, there might come a time when they’d have to reconcile. If he burned bridges with Harold now, it’d just create another obstacle between him and Hazel later on. Straightening his posture, he looked Harold directly in the eye. “About Hazel? What about her?” “I know you were married to her before, and I know you hurt her. I also know you’re trying to win her bac

“To be honest,” Hazel began after a moment of thought, “I do have some early memories of living with him when I was little. Back then, I remember feeling happy. But now... I don’t get that feeling from him at all.”Not only was there no sense of happiness, but Hazel also found herself increasingly uneasy in Harold’s presence.Whenever his gaze lingered on her, she felt an inexplicable discomfort, like her entire body was on edge.But even with this knowledge, it was impossible to confirm whether Harold was really Hazel's grandfather."Even if he’s not my grandfather, his connection to my mother must be significant. What should we do now? Damon is still with him, and I’m not sure if he’s holding onto him to lure us back or for some other reason.""But keeping us around—what does he even gain from that?"Hazel couldn’t figure it out. She only knew that Harold wanted something from her, something her parents had left behind. But as for what it