Second Marriage to Mr. Rich (Ned Fletcher)

Chapter 41

Angeline was stunned. Her eyes suddenly burned with tears.

She didn’t accept the friend request but only responded with, “No need. Please throw it away for me, thank you.

After switching her phone screen off, she stared out the window with a hand on her cheek.

Angeline’s indifferent face and gauze–wrapped head were vaguely visible through the raindrops on the glass window. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

She’d thought she’d be able to pursue the love she’d had when she was younger after waking up, as well as find her happy ending. Perhaps someone like her was never destined for a happy ending.

Angeline had grown tired after being the only one to keep that promise both she and Ned had made to one another.

From now on, she was going to live only for herself.

Angeline was grateful that she had survived that car accident. Life was short but vast at the same time. Besides Ned, she still had Anne and Henrietta, as well as her passions and studies.

As the train picked up speed, Angeline was given a view of a rain–washed Oceanford. Angeline had spent more than a decade of her life in this city. It was home to people she once loved as well as all her friends.

Right now, the train was leaving Oceanford and everyone else in it for good.

Meanwhile, Ned stared at Angeline’s text message, not reacting for a good minute.

The overly–distant words Angeline used made him uncomfortable. He was soon lost in thought.

“A toast to you, Ned! If you hadn’t helped me deal with that woman, I wouldn’t have been able to be out here at all.” Tommy toasted Ned and downed his drink. “I can’t afford to upset that Sean guy, so I’ll take this loss in

stride. He’s just the Lawson family’s adoptive son, what’s with that attitude of his…”

“He may be adopted but he still has a good life as anyone in that family. Everyone knows he’s the Lawson family’s heir,” someone said to Tommy. “Just forget it. People like us could never afford to get on the wrong side of someone like Sean Lawson.”

Tommy silently drank another glass of wine.

“You’re new to all this, so you don’t know the history of things. Angeline’s mom is Sean Lawson’s kin. He’s been very protective of Angeline even though he hasn’t been in Oceanford in the past few years. Did you really think he would let you off easy after you drugged Angeline?” As Miles spoke, he topped Tommy’s glass up.

“Don’t go messing with Angeline from now on. You’ll regret it if Ingrid is affected by your actions.”

Tommy’s gaze was malicious.

He couldn’t challenge Sean Lawson nor could he do anything to Angeline Emmerson.

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Surely Tommy could mess with that little mute, right?

He needed to get back his due no matter what.

Ned found the suite too noisy, so he grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and got up. “I’m going out for a smoke.”

Each private sulte in this club had its own little courtyard.

Ned wasn’t wearing a coat but a black turtleneck sweater, black pants, and loafers. He sat down out in the corridor and texted Ingrid, reminding her to take her medication and

“A friend told me they saw Angeline at the train station earlier today with some luggage. Their guess is she’s leaving Oceanford.”

Ned raised his head upon hearing this.

Miles sat down beside him after passing him a cigarette. Ned took it and asked Miles, “What kind of person is Angeline Emmerson?”

Miles lit up his own cigarette before turning to Ned, looking incredulous. “Why are you suddenly asking me about her? You’ve been nothing but pissed every single time any of us brings Angeline up ever since she came to see you after waking up. Did you remember anything?”

“I’m just worried she’ll come and pester me again.” Ned looked down somewhat awkwardly and lit his

cigarette. “I don’t have too many memories of her, so I don’t really know what kind of person she is. It bothers me.”