Your Regrets Won't Bring Me Back - Chapter 119: Chapter 119
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"All right," Elena answered.
Elena sprinted to the break room.
Catching her reflection in the chrome bar counter, she noticed the flush climbing her cheeks.
She had thought she would never feel that rush again.
Lost in thought, Elena stared at the cup in her hands.
"Elena Bennett!" Victor Whitmore's voice cracked like a whip behind her, making her jump.
She turned, annoyance flickering in her eyes. "What is it?"
Everything at the Whitmore Group suited her fine—except the daily ordeal of seeing Victor.
Victor narrowed his eyes. "Brewing coffee for my uncle, are you?"
Elena nodded, unwilling to waste even a single extra word.
Victor clenched his molars; she used to do these favors only for him—never for any other man.
She lifted the coffee and started to leave, but Victor stepped in front of her, blocking the way.
"Think latching onto my uncle means you can rest easy?"
Elena drew a slow breath. "Victor Whitmore, I've tolerated you long enough. What do you want? I haven't provoked you."
Something in her tone left him feeling inexplicably defeated.
This morning he'd assumed she'd joined the firm for his sake; now he realized she was aiming for Simon Whitmore, clinging to that towering tree instead.
"Tolerated me? Have you forgotten how you used to trail after me like a lapdog?"
"Shut up! I must have been blind back then. You disgust me now—move."
Victor didn't budge, his face so dark it looked ready to drip ink.
Disgust? She actually used that word for him.
So she wanted Simon? Over his dead body.
Victor snatched the mug from her. "The Whitmore Group doesn't pay freeloaders—you weren't hired to play waitress."
"Come on. We're going to the site; the issues from this morning's meeting still need fixing."
Without letting her argue, Victor dragged her away, handing the mug to Simon's assistant as they passed the corridor.
"Take this inside."
Elena struggled. "Victor, let me go!"
"No way—maybe you'll listen if I hold on."
Furious, Elena sank her teeth into his hand.
Victor yelped, staring in disbelief. "Elena Bennett, are you part dog?"
"Keep your hands to yourself. I can walk alone."
Grinding his back teeth, Victor released her once he saw she was willing to follow.
The car sped toward the construction site.
Riverton had suffered days of rain, and a new cold front had swept in; with year's end approaching, the city felt even more frigid.
Elena stared wordlessly out the window.
After leaving downtown, traffic thinned, but halfway there the car coughed and stopped.
Elena turned to him. "What's wrong?"
Victor tried the ignition again, but the engine refused to catch.
"We've broken down."
Elena pressed her lips together, irritation plain on her face.
She pushed the door open and stepped into the cold without hesitation.
Victor followed. "Where are you going?"
"Calling a cab. You plan on freezing here?"
A bitter wind made even Victor hunch his shoulders. "Get back in—the cold's brutal."
He nudged her back into the car.
Seeing how eager she was to leave, Victor felt an inexplicable restlessness in his chest.
He lit a cigarette and took a drag, but the agitation only grew.
Elena loathed cigarette smoke; she was about to climb out when he suddenly clamped a hand around her wrist.
Elena sprinted to the break room.
Catching her reflection in the chrome bar counter, she noticed the flush climbing her cheeks.
She had thought she would never feel that rush again.
Lost in thought, Elena stared at the cup in her hands.
"Elena Bennett!" Victor Whitmore's voice cracked like a whip behind her, making her jump.
She turned, annoyance flickering in her eyes. "What is it?"
Everything at the Whitmore Group suited her fine—except the daily ordeal of seeing Victor.
Victor narrowed his eyes. "Brewing coffee for my uncle, are you?"
Elena nodded, unwilling to waste even a single extra word.
Victor clenched his molars; she used to do these favors only for him—never for any other man.
She lifted the coffee and started to leave, but Victor stepped in front of her, blocking the way.
"Think latching onto my uncle means you can rest easy?"
Elena drew a slow breath. "Victor Whitmore, I've tolerated you long enough. What do you want? I haven't provoked you."
Something in her tone left him feeling inexplicably defeated.
This morning he'd assumed she'd joined the firm for his sake; now he realized she was aiming for Simon Whitmore, clinging to that towering tree instead.
"Tolerated me? Have you forgotten how you used to trail after me like a lapdog?"
"Shut up! I must have been blind back then. You disgust me now—move."
Victor didn't budge, his face so dark it looked ready to drip ink.
Disgust? She actually used that word for him.
So she wanted Simon? Over his dead body.
Victor snatched the mug from her. "The Whitmore Group doesn't pay freeloaders—you weren't hired to play waitress."
"Come on. We're going to the site; the issues from this morning's meeting still need fixing."
Without letting her argue, Victor dragged her away, handing the mug to Simon's assistant as they passed the corridor.
"Take this inside."
Elena struggled. "Victor, let me go!"
"No way—maybe you'll listen if I hold on."
Furious, Elena sank her teeth into his hand.
Victor yelped, staring in disbelief. "Elena Bennett, are you part dog?"
"Keep your hands to yourself. I can walk alone."
Grinding his back teeth, Victor released her once he saw she was willing to follow.
The car sped toward the construction site.
Riverton had suffered days of rain, and a new cold front had swept in; with year's end approaching, the city felt even more frigid.
Elena stared wordlessly out the window.
After leaving downtown, traffic thinned, but halfway there the car coughed and stopped.
Elena turned to him. "What's wrong?"
Victor tried the ignition again, but the engine refused to catch.
"We've broken down."
Elena pressed her lips together, irritation plain on her face.
She pushed the door open and stepped into the cold without hesitation.
Victor followed. "Where are you going?"
"Calling a cab. You plan on freezing here?"
A bitter wind made even Victor hunch his shoulders. "Get back in—the cold's brutal."
He nudged her back into the car.
Seeing how eager she was to leave, Victor felt an inexplicable restlessness in his chest.
He lit a cigarette and took a drag, but the agitation only grew.
Elena loathed cigarette smoke; she was about to climb out when he suddenly clamped a hand around her wrist.
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