Semua Bab Save it, Mr Arrogant! I Dumped You After Reborn.: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Vincent POVI was halfway through reviewing a shipment manifest when a knock sounded on my door.“Come in,” I said, still scanning the numbers on the page.The door opened, and I raised my head to see my secretary walking in. She had a strange expression on her face.“What’s up?”"Have you seen the latest news?" she replied instead, her voice was tight.I shook my head and looked up from my papers. "What happened?"She didn’t say anything, she just dropped her tablet in front of me without a word and turned the screen toward me.I froze.The headline was in bold letters across the screen: "Bennett CEO Evelyn Bennett in Critical Condition After Car Explosion - Suspected Bomb."For a moment, I couldn’t process the words. I read the lines over and over again, trying to understand what they meant. My chest felt hollow like all the air had been sucked out at once.“What?” I breathed. My hands shook as I picked up the tablet and read the article."Evelyn Bennett, CEO of Bennett Corporation

Adrian POVI tossed the car keys to the butler as soon as I stopped in front of the Whitmore mansion. I didn't even wait for him to open the door. I just got out and headed straight inside, my mind a tangled mess of thoughts and feelings I didn't understand.I couldn't be alone tonight. If I were alone, I knew I would lose my mind replaying everything. The phone call, the rush to the hospital, the sight of Evelyn lying in that ICU bed, connected to machines, fighting for her life.I needed anything to keep my thoughts from spiralling into darkness.As I walked into the house, my mother, who was lounging in the sitting room with a book on her favourite chair, looked up. When she saw it was me, she closed the book and rushed to me, her eyes were wide and searching.“Adrian,” she said urgently, gripping my arm as she reached me. “What I hear about Evelyn, is it true? Is she really in the hospital? Is it really as serious as the news is saying?"I nodded, too tired to even lie or soften t

Gabriel POV"You can't stay in Crescent Harbour," Dax said firmly. "It's too dangerous. Your enemies know you're here. If they find out where you're staying—""Then we'll move," Rowan interrupted, his deep voice cutting through Dax's worry. "Gabriel is staying, and that's final.""Rowan," Dax turned to my Rowan with exasperation, "this is insane. We have business in Bangria. We have operations that need his attention. We can't just abandon everything because—""Because Evelyn Bennett was almost killed?" Rowan's voice was filled with impatience. "Because someone planted a bomb in her car? Because she's lying in a hospital bed fighting for her life?"Rowan stepped closer to Dax, his long frame casting a shadow over the smaller man. "For the first time, Gabriel is going to take responsibility for his actions. If it turns out that Evelyn was targeted because of her association with him, then the least he can do is stay and make sure nothing else happens to her."I wasn't really listening

Isabella POVI sat in the private booth of Forte restaurant, nursing a glass of wine that had gone warm hours ago. My nails tapped against the glass in an irregular rhythm, a habit that reared its head when I am agitated.I rose to my feet and crossed the room to the full-length mirror at the corner. The mirror reflected a woman who looked calm.Perfect hair, soft makeup and a silk dress. Anyone who looked at me would think I was composed, but they wouldn’t see the way my fingers were clenched so tightly around the edge of the table that my nails bit into wood.They wouldn’t hear the scream trapped in my chest.Adrian hadn’t come after me last night. That was the part that hurt the most.Not even the way he pushed my hands away, not the way his voice had turned cold when he told me he needed space or the way he looked past me like I was no longer a part of his world.It was the silence afterwards.It was the kind of silence that meant I was no longer his priority, and I knew exactly w

Evelyn POVI was walking through a garden I didn't recognise, but somehow felt familiar. The flowers were blooming in colors I'd never seen before—purples that shimmered like starlight, blues that seemed to shift between shades, greens that were impossibly vibrant.My father was walking beside me, his hand holding mine. He was younger than I remembered him. His face was peaceful, and several times I wanted to ask him how he’d healed so fast that he could walk without pain.We walked in comfortable silence for a long time, just enjoying each other's presence. Then, as we reached the edge of the garden, my father stopped.He released my hand and walked a few steps away, his body turning to face the sun. His hands came up behind his back, clasped together, and he just stood there. Staring into the silence.For the first time, he looked worried."Dad," I said softly, moving to stand beside him.He didn’t reply, but I could feel a sudden heaviness settling in between us."Is something wron