Chapter 259 Unwanted Reunion
Chapter 259 Unwanted Reunion
“Weston, slow down–I have not even washed my face, brushed my teeth, or touched my hair, Laura protested as she stumbled after him..
Weston ignored the complaint, towed her to his sedan, and swung open the passenger door. “Get in”
“I can get home on my own. I do not need your car,” she said.
“You don’t think we still have a mountain of unfinished business?” Weston asked, voice even. “If you plan on dodging it today, I have other ways to get your attention.”
Laura knew that tone all too well. As Jexburgh’s leading barrister, Weston could conjure legal headaches for her with a snap of his fingers if she refused to talk.
She climbed obediently into the seat.
Weston eased the car out of the complex, driving at an unhurried pace.
“Where are we going to have this talk?”
“Your apartment.”
Laura grimaced; the last thing she wanted was to invite him into her personal space. “Could we choose somewhere else?”
“Looking like that? Tell me–where would you feel comfortable showing up unwashed and disheveled?”
She sighed; by his logic, her place was the only sensible option.
When Weston stepped into her apartment, Laura grew self–conscious, as though every cushion and picture frame were under cross–examination.
“Freshen up first, then we will talk.”
“Fine. Make yourself comfortable,” she said, gathering clean clothes before disappearing into the bathroom.
Weston stood in the doorway, his gaze sweeping across the small apartment. No razor lay by the sink, no men’s slippers waited by the shoe rack–nothing hinted that a man spent nights here. So they don’t share this place. Or her boyfriend rarely visits. The notion loosened something inside his chest, and he released an almost inaudible breath of relief.
They had broken up months ago, yet she drifted into his mind without warning. Because he still dated no one, friends whispered that he remained hung up on Laura. Hung up? Nonsense. She hardly possessed the sort of magnetism that could haunt him. He stayed single only because courting someone new felt like needless trouble.
He slouched onto the couch. A photo album lay on the coffee table; he picked it up and leafed through the pages, idle curiosity guiding his fingers.
One glance turned his eyes dark. The album overflowed with portraits of men, each one disturbingly
handsome.
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Chapter 239 Unwanted Reithion
Just then, Laura emerged from the bathroom. When lie saw the album cradled in lits brands, Cidor drained from her face
Why would you leaf through another person’s album without asking first?” she demanded.
“If you feel like suing me, be my guest. I’ll appear in court,” Weston said, utterly unfazed.
“It’s… not that serious,” Laura muttered.
Weston let out a thin smile. “So you collect men now? Every face in here a potential conquest? With that many photos, aren’t you afraid your boyfriend will choke on jealousy?” The unintended jealousy in his own tone caught him off guard.
Laura offered a breezy smile. “My boyfriend is generous. He never minds trivial things like this. The album actually belonged to a friend from a modeling agency, but she saw no need to volunteer the explanation.
Weston arched a brow. “So he also finds it generous that you spent last night in Harlan Ingram’s flat? One man, one woman, four walls–anything could have happened.”
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