Chapter 2
Connor lived not too far from the Irvings, just a twenty–minute journey away. The rain was pouring down hard, and despite Flora holding an umbrella, she still got drenched.
As she arrived, she just caught sight of a group of bodyguards packing up luggage.
Connor’s trusted aides, Moss and Beck, were already loading two large suitcases into the car.
Her heart skipped a beat. Luckily, she arrived just in time, or else he really would have left!
As she approached, the bodyguards also noticed her.
“What is this bitch doing here?” Beck’s face fell instantly.
Damn it. She had pushed their boss down the stairs, breaking several of his ribs. He neart got crippled, and yet she had the audacity to show up.
“Let’s just ignore her. We’re leaving anyway.” Moss also genuinely loathed Flora. Hearing this, Beck felt a bit better. Right, they were about to leave. As soon as their boss got a bit better, they would depart, never to see this woman again.
They couldn’t understand what Connor saw in her. She’s clumsy and shrewish, always dressed up like a crazy person.
They really despised Flora and had no intention of dealing with her, but as Flora kept walking towards them, they couldn’t just pretend she wasn’t there. When Flora was about two meters away from the villa’s iron gate, Moss stopped her, with a hostile expression.
Flora halted, hesitating, “I want to see Connor-
“You want to see him? What for? To see if he’s dead?”
Beck thought of Connor, who’s still bedridden, and felt a surge of anger, his teeth grinding loudly really wish I could push you off the fifth floor and let you taste what it’s like to have all your bones broken!”
Moss‘ tone was also filled with annoyance. “Ms. Flora, you better go back. Mr. Connor will soon leave Cedarvale and will have no more ties with you.”
Upon hearing this, Flora became even more anxious.
No! He couldn’t leave!
She couldn’t help but look up towards the second floor.
The wind was howling, blowing a corner of the curtain on the second floor, where Connor was. Maybe he was watching her right now. Flora knew she couldn’t leave now. If she did, Connor might sneak away
Now that she got a second chance, she absolutely could not make the same mistakes again.
Knowing Moss and Beck wouldn’t let her in, she gritted her teeth and shouted, “Connor!”
‘Connor
Her voice gradually grew hoarse, echoing again and again before being swallowed by the rain. However, Connor was inside and seemed indifferent.
In the bedroom on the second floor, Connor was half–reclining in bed, his handsome features pale and his eyebrows furrowed, looking very tired.
Flora’s voice reached him, time and again.
He slammed his eyes shut, not wanting to listen.
He didn’t understand what Flora meant. Moss had said they were about to leave, yet she still come to stop him. Did she want him to leave now?
He was exhausted and really didn’t want to deal with her, but it was still raining outside. He had heard she was punished and made to kneel and was feverish…
Connor was just about to feel pity and concern for her when he remembered how she had pushed him down the stairs for Aaron
That moment of hatred in her eyes, stil vivid in his memory, chilled him.
He shouldn’t pity her. He steeled his heart not to listen or care.
After a few breaths, Connor resignedly picked up his phone and called Moss. “Tell her to go back home. As soon as she leaves, I’ll leave
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He was leaving here. He wouldn’t be a bother to her anymore.
If possible, he really didn’t want to leave, but Flora hated him so much. She even pretended to commit suicide to push him down the
stairs.
She really wanted him dead.
Sure enough, after he spoke, the noise below ceased.
Heh. Was she happy he was leaving? Connor’s eyes stung sharply.
Silence ensued, but soon, Flora’s voice, intentionally loud, came through. I’m not leaving! Connor, you can’t leave either! I’ll stay right here today! If you don’t see me. I just keep standing here!”
“Then stay.”
After a moment of silence, Connor hung up the phone.
Did she think he couldn’t bear to leave her? Is this why she w
was forcing him like this?
Connor smirked. If she wasn’t leaving? Then she must keep standing in the rain.
A little rain won’t kill anyone.
Two minutes later, Connor opened his eyes again.
“Bring her up.”
