Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 546

This situation was highly prone to misunderstandings.

Especially in a restroom area where people frequently came and went.

Expressionless, Lambert pried Irene's hand away from his arm. Though her grip had been desperate, he was still a man after all. If he didn't want to be held, no woman could possibly maintain such a forceful grasp.

Her fingers were peeled away by his cold, unyielding strength.

Irene's face turned deathly pale.

Once completely freed, Lambert asked indifferently, "Are you alright, Miss Harper? If so, I'll take my leave." Without waiting for a response, he turned to walk away. Irene bit her lip, her face ashen as she stared at his retreating figure. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer—

"Lambert!"

He stopped in his tracks.

Irene rushed after him, tears streaming silently down her cheeks. Yet she seemed oblivious to them, her gaze fixed on him with heartbreaking desperation. Her voice trembled with sorrow. "I'm sorry..."

Lambert remained impassive.

Irene's composure shattered completely. The emotions she had been suppressing erupted into uncontrollable sobs. "I'm sorry, Lambert," she wept. "Back then... I never should have let you go. Please, just hear me out—just once. I'm begging you... Please."

She cared deeply about what they once had, so much that regret and anguish tormented her every night.

She regretted it.

Truly regret ever giving up on Lambert.

Every single time she saw him, the urge overwhelmed her—to run to him, to throw her arms around him and never let go. To tell him she still loved him. To ask if they could start over...

She was willing to do anything for a fresh start—anything at all.

Lambert gazed at Irene, his expression as unreadable as ever. His voice remained calm and detached. "Miss Harper, you're drunk."

Irene shook her head vehemently, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm not drunk! I swear I'm not! Lambert, please... just give me one more chance. I'm begging you." Lambert had been the one she'd loved since their school days—truly, deeply loved. But back then, he had been nothing more than an overlooked shadow in the Stone family.

She couldn't—

Her family would never have allowed her to marry him. So she had backed down, obediently marrying someone else as they demanded.

But in the end, she had fought for love.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have endured the crushing pressure to divorce. Yet when she finally broke free and returned, she found Lambert with another woman and children. How could she accept that? He was supposed to be hers.

Always hers.

Tonight had been her scheme, yes. But the raw emotion choking her voice now was real.

She truly wanted him to give her another chance.

This time, she wouldn’t retreat.

Never again.

No matter what.

...

Irene froze momentarily at the sudden appearance of this stranger.

Kiara maintained an impassive expression as she said coolly, "Miss, my brother-in-law here is a married man. Perhaps you've had too much to drink and mistook him for someone else?"

Upon closer inspection, Kiara realized with a start that this woman bore an uncanny resemblance to her sister Ariana. A flurry of ominous premonitions flashed through her mind in that instant. Her gaze flickered toward Lambert, her eyes brimming with silent displeasure, clearly having jumped to the wrong conclusion.

Yet one had to admit—Kiara's interruption served its purpose. Lambert finally snapped out of his daze. Moments ago, watching Irene's pitiful, tearful pleading, his resolve had wavered momentarily. Not because of Irene herself, but because of that haunting resemblance to Ariana.

His mind had drifted briefly to last night—Ariana beneath him, tears glistening in her eyes as she gazed up at him, overwhelmed by pleasure. The memory made his dark eyes smolder with intensity.

It was in this vulnerable moment that Irene seized her chance, clutching his arm desperately.

Regaining his composure, Lambert's expression darkened. But before he could shake Irene off, Kiara materialized out of nowhere yet again.

With an outsider now involved, Irene had no choice but to swallow the words brimming on her lips. She bit her lower lip and released her grip, turning to Kiara with an icy edge in her voice. "And you are...?"

Kiara stepped firmly between Lambert and Irene, her tone frosty. "Mr. Stone is my brother-in-law. I'm his wife's younger sister. Miss, I suggest you go easy on the drinks next time. Imagine the embarrassment—mistaking a married man for someone else?"

Irene's face instantly darkened.

Her fingers were clenched so tightly they nearly drew blood, yet she seemed oblivious as she simply said, "Thanks for the heads-up. I'll be more careful next time."

Just then, someone finally entered the restroom.

The newcomer, a young woman, blinked in confusion at the scene before her, clearly puzzled by their interaction. From her vantage point, Kiara's positioning could easily be mistaken for some altercation with Irene, while Lambert appeared to be shielding her. Given that Lambert was Kiara's brother-in-law, his protective stance made perfect sense. After all, there they stood—two women and a man—perfectly visible in the restroom hallway.

No one would jump to any wild conclusions.