All Chapters of His Regret Began When I Abandoned Him: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

The atmosphere at the Ashford residence suddenly became much quieter after the roar of the car carrying Aurora and Revaline faded as they left the front courtyard. The main gate closed tightly, leaving behind a soothing silence inside the modern-classic house. The servants busied themselves tidying up the dining table, while Grand Master Chandler chose to take a leisurely stroll through the backyard garden with his personal guards.In the main living room overlooking the artificial swimming pool, Calvin and Camelia sat together on a long, light-gray velvet sofa. Morning sunlight streamed through the large glass walls, warming the room and casting a soft glow over the porcelain cups filled with warm herbal tea in front of them.Camelia was wearing a simple white linen dress, her long hair left naturally loose without excessive adornments. The woman was focused on reading a stack of interior design magazines, while Calvin sat slightly closer beside her, one arm gently wrapped around his

As afternoon approached, the atmosphere inside one of the exclusive apartments in the heart of Manhattan was much quieter than usual. In the modern minimalist living room, Joye sat with her arms folded across her chest, wearing a sulky expression. The girl stared straight at the television playing without sound, deliberately ignoring Daven, who was standing right in front of her.Daven let out a long sigh for what felt like the hundredth time. The young man was wearing a black bomber jacket and a plain white T-shirt, his handsome features looking slightly disheveled from the confusion that had plagued his mind since that morning.After going through a lengthy internal debate, Daven had followed his mother's advice and gone after his girlfriend to the apartment. He had even brought a box of Joye's favorite strawberry cheesecake from a famous pastry shop on the corner of the city as a peace offering.“Joye...” Daven called in the gentlest voice he could manage, trying to ease the tensio

His steps felt heavy as he climbed the stairs to the third floor of Joye's apartment building. In his right hand, Daven carried a medium-sized bouquet of white roses and a box of strawberry cheesecake that he had just bought from the girl's favorite cake shop.The young man in a black bomber jacket let out a long sigh and rubbed the back of his stiff neck. The irritation that had been bubbling in his head yesterday had now subsided, replaced by guilt for letting his girlfriend fall asleep in tears and anger."Knock... knock... knock..."Daven gently knocked on the light brown wooden door. There was no answer from inside. He knocked once more while straightening the collar of his shirt."Joye? It's me, Daven. Open the door for a moment, Baby."A few seconds later, the sound of the lock turning came from inside. The door slowly opened, revealing Joye standing there looking dejected, her eyes slightly puffy and her body dressed in a loose house shirt. The girl stared at Daven expressionl

“Don’t disconnect this line, Daven!” Calvin’s voice boomed with authority through the wireless earpiece attached to Daven’s left ear.“I won’t, Dad!” Daven replied breathlessly, his eyes never leaving the congested New York City highway ahead of him.“Listen to my instructions,” Calvin continued from headquarters in a firm, uncompromising tone. “The Lancaster tactical unit team has already moved toward the northern harbor sector through three different routes. We’re ten minutes behind you.”“Ten minutes is too long, Dad! They threatened to hurt Joye if I’m late!” Daven shouted, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white.“Stay calm and control your emotions, Daven!” Calvin warned sharply from the other end of the line. “Don’t act foolishly or recklessly on your own. Let our team carry out the ambush from a blind spot.”“I don’t care! If they lay so much as a finger on Joye, I’ll crush their bones myself!” Daven snarled in a frenzy, pressing down on the accel

The phone screen in Revaline’s hand flickered, displaying a string of numbers and letters that were painfully familiar to her memory. The initial “B” seemed to radiate an invisible terror in the silence of the Ashford residence’s master bedroom.For five whole years, that number had been buried on her blacklist, locked away together with the memories of the past that she had deliberately buried deep within herself.Daven narrowed his eyes, staring at his cousin’s phone screen, which was still brightly illuminated.“Who’s calling this late at night, Revaline? Why do you look so pale?” Daven asked in a low voice, careful not to wake Joye, who was sleeping soundly on the bed.Revaline swallowed, her throat feeling bitter. She blinked several times to regain control of herself before, with a quick and decisive movement, pressing the red button with her thumb and immediately blocking the number from her phone.“No one,” Revaline replied,