Lady Warrior's Warth on Divorce Day novel Chapter 138

Wren’s expression shifted instantly the moment Zoya appeared in his line of sight.

‘Did she hear what Harvey said just now?‘ Wren wondered. ‘What is she thinking about me? Does she see me as some sort of jerk?‘

Wren didn’t give a damn if the whole world called him shameless, but what truly terrified him was seeing disappointment in Zoya’s eyes.

Zoya’s face was unreadable, giving nothing away.

She stepped forward, looking at Harvey, and said softly, “Could you let go of your hand first?”

Harvey said, “You are the boss, Zoya!”

Then, he let go of Wren’s collar without hesitation.

“How are things at your firm these days?” Zoya asked.

Wren’s body trembled slightly. ‘So she did hear everything we just said…‘ he thought.

“It’s all taken care of. Nothing big,” Harvey said with a shrug. “But some folks are always scheming. Just keep your guard up, okay?”

Zoya faintly smiled and smoothly changed the subject. “I’m returning the umbrella you lent me back to its rightful owner.”

She handed the umbrella back to Harvey.

Harvey stared at the umbrella in silence. Back when he left Marabotara, he’d entrusted the umbrella to her, asking her to give it back when she made it to Ranard City.

In their language, ‘umbrella‘ sounded like ‘parting ways.

That farewell felt like fate playing a cruel trick, letting them slip right past each other.

If Harvey’d known it was all Wren’s scheme, and if he’d realized what he was about to lose, there would be nothing that could’ve made Harvey leave Marabotara.

He would’ve stuck by Zoya, confessed his feelings to her first, and never let Wren have any designs on her.

However, it wasn’t until Harvey read the news and found out Zoya was dating Wren that it finally hit him.

That was when Harvey started digging into why the law firm so coincidentally had issues, and why it absolutely had to be him dealing with them back in Ranard City.

And every single clue pointed right back to the Richmond family.

That was when Harvey finally understood it all. Wren had schemed every step, pulling strings behind the

scenes. It was all for one purpose: to get Harvey out of Marabotara.

“Why aren’t you taking it?” Zoya urged.

Harvey wryly smiled, finally taking the umbrella. “Alright then, guess I’ll head back to the hotel. I’ll drop by again tomorrow, Zoya.”

“Alright, and take care,” Zoya said.

Once Harvey was gone, Zoya turned to Wren and said, “Did you intentionally mess with the law firm owned by Harvey’s mother?”

Wren’s lashes trembled, and he slowly lowered his gaze. He couldn’t even bring himself to meet her eyes at

that moment.

Zoya softly added, “You said it yourself: you’d never hide anything from me if I ever asked.”

Wren stiffened and thought, ‘Yeah, I did say that. I promised her.’

“Yeah, I did it,” said Wren, pressing his lips together. His hands clenched tightly at his sides from nerves.

“Why did you do it?” Zoya asked.

Wren lowered his voice, his tone thick with honesty and regret as he said, “Because I was afraid that I’d never have a chance with you as long as Harvey was around. He’s not like the others. He’s someone you absolutely trust with your life, and your true partner when it matters most. I knew you could always depend on him, no matter what.”

“So what about it?” Zoya pressed, her voice unwavering.

“So I…” Wren began. As he finally looked up, his eyes locked with hers.

Her gaze was so pure, so straightforward–full of light. Next to her, Wren felt small, petty, like all his flaws were laid bare.

“So… It’s obvious you’d like Harvey better than me,” he forced out, voice thick with self–doubt.

Zoya looked straight at him, her tone unwavering as she said, “Yeah, I like Harvey, but only as a friend, or a fellow fighter I trust. If I ever had feelings for him, it wouldn’t have mattered whether he was in Marabotara or Ranard City. Things wouldn’t change because of distance.

“Do you seriously think that I’d instantly move on to someone else because he’s not around if I did have romantic feelings for him? Like, my heart can swap out one person for another as if it’s no big deal?

“Wren, is that how little you think of my feelings? That they’re replaceable, tossed aside whenever circumstances change? What if you and I were apart for a while one day, you’d assume I’d fall for someone else without a second thought?”

Wren’s face changed in a flash when he heard that. “No, Zozo! Please don’t fall for anyone else. Don’t ever love

someone but me!”

Zoya pursed her red lips. Her eyes tinged with disappointment as she said, “Wren, I like you and chose you. My feelings aren’t so fickle that I’d switch overnight. But I can’t stand it when you use underhanded schemes. and end up hurting the people around me.”

“I’m sorry,” Wren said quietly. Usually, he was the kind of guy who always kept his pride–apologizing was

never in his nature.

However, with Zoya, he was like a kid who’d done something wrong, scared to death she’d walk away from him. Just one word from her was enough to break him down and have him apologizing without a fight.

Zoya watched Wren, his head hanging low, looking like a kicked puppy. Her heart clenched painfully.

Wren was the one in the wrong, but upon seeing him that way, Zoya couldn’t help feeling a pang of compassion for him. ‘Seriously… Why do I feel bad for him after what he did? This is so messed up,‘ Zoya thought, torn by the contradiction in her heart.

She sighed, raising her hand to softly caress his cheek. “Please, don’t do something like this again. Not to Harvey and any of my friends. I can’t stand it when you scheme against the people I care about. If you ever pull something like this again, I swear I’ll…”

Wren’s slender finger gently pressed against her lips, silencing her before she could finish her words.

“I won’t. I promise. I won’t do anything like that ever again,” Wren said in a low, regretful voice. Then, he pressed his other hand over her hand that was resting on his cheek, his cheek rubbing longingly into her palm. “Zozo, I’ll be good and listen to you. I swear.”

His voice was low and husky, like he was whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

Zoya stiffened, honestly feeling like Wren before her had turned into a giant, lovesick puppy—all eager for affection.

And with his soulful eyes locked on her, he was totally working his puppy–dog charm and trying to melt her

heart.

“That’s… That’s good,” Zoya muttered, feeling her throat go dry from all the tension. Her heart was practically racing as she instinctively tried to pull her hand free.

However, Wren’s fingers stayed firmly locked around hers. There wasn’t a chance he was letting go.

“I want some coffee,” Zoya said, her voice hinting at playfulness as she nudged him. “You need to let hand, you know.”

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“Let me help you with that,” Wren said, reaching out and grabbing a cup of coffee. Instead of handing it over, he tipped his head back and took a sip, holding the coffee in his mouth–clearly up to something.

“Wait, what are you…” Zoya blinked, a little thrown off at first. But as he leaned in close, realization hit Zoya, and her cheeks turned pink. “I can do it myself…”

Her words just wouldn’t come out. Wren’s eyes were begging her not to push him away, and she couldn’t resist

that look.

Zoya sighed softly. With her free hand, she reached up to wrap her arm around Wren’s neck, drawing him closer.

‘Well, he is my boyfriend, after all. If my boyfriend wants to act all cute and get spoiled, why do I say no? I’ll let him have his way,‘ she thought, unable to stay annoyed at him.

Wren’s lips met hers, the warmth of the coffee blending right into the heat of his kiss, flooding her senses with sweet intensity.

His kiss was deep and lingering, burning with fiery passion.

It was as if every touch and every breath told her how much he loved her–no words needed.

**

Even though Jasmine had been kidnapped, her injuries were just minor scrapes and bruises. She was finally discharged after spending two days in the hospital.

Fareed, Deborah, and Nicolas all came together to pick her up from the hospital.

As they were leaving, Jasmine was still cursing up a storm. “That bastard who kidnapped me is going to rot in jail! I’m not letting this slide, not for a second! He humiliated me, and I’m going to make him pay for it, ten times over! Nicolas, help me find a lawyer, the best one out there, and make sure that guy spends the rest of his life behind bars!”

“But Jasmine, that guy…” Nicolas hesitated, uncertainty flickering across his face as he searched for the right

words.

But before Nicolas could get another word out, Deborah interrupted him sharply. “Nicolas, don’t you dare tell me you’re planning to let that kidnapper off easy! You and Jasmine are engaged now. How could I ever trust you to take care of my daughter if you keep acting like this?”

Nicolas was about to get a word in when a whole pack of reporters rushed over out of nowhere, flashing cameras like crazy and snapping nonstop, nearly blinding them with all the chaos.

One of the reporters thrust a microphone right at Jasmine and demanded, “Ms. Ingram, during the kidnapping, you admitted you left a senior colleague–someone who’d always looked out for you–to fend for himself when he was in danger. What was going through your mind at that time?”

Jasmine stiffened instantly, her face twisting with embarrassment and dread.