Your Regrets Won't Bring Me Back - Chapter 124: Chapter 124
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What on earth had happened between them in that car? Annabelle was frantic to know.
She remembered the things Elena had once said—so Elena really meant to steal Victor just to get back at her!
Right now she wanted to tear Elena limb from limb; anyone who dared seduce her man was courting death.
She turned toward the man on the bed and drew in a long, steadying breath.
She must not lose her nerve—Victor was hers, and no one would take him away.
With that resolve she slipped off her jacket, lay beside him, cupped his face, and brushed a gentle kiss across his lips.
"Victor..." she whispered.
Annabelle worked diligently to rouse him, coaxing his dormant desire awake.
Victor stirred, drunken eyes half-open, focusing hazily on the warm, fragrant woman in his arms.
Looping her arms around his neck, she guided his hand along the curves of her body.
Still unaware, Victor responded on instinct, quickly taking the lead.
A delighted moan slipped from her lips. "Mmm... Victor..."
Suddenly his movements halted; he jerked upright, eyes snapping wide as he looked down at her.
He frowned. "Annabelle? What are you doing in my bed?"
Annabelle's heart turned cold—so close to success, she refused to quit now.
She pressed against him. "Victor, aren't you uncomfortable? Take me... please."
Victor shoved her away as though warding off something toxic.
"No—we haven't even gotten engaged. I can't."
Massaging his temples, he hurried off the bed, buttoned his shirt, and fled the room.
The slam of the door echoed through the empty room, stabbing at Annabelle's heart.
She snatched up a pillow and hurled it hard at the closed door.
On the bedside lay the jacket still marred by that telltale lipstick stain; Annabelle glared at the scarlet smudge as though grinding Elena's name to dust.
The next day.
After clocking out, Elena Bennett received a call from Annabelle.
"You wanted the household registration booklet, didn't you? I'll give it to you," Annabelle said.
Elena narrowed her eyes. "Annabelle Bennett, what game are you playing now?"
"Nothing at all. I just don't want to see you anymore. Your name doesn't deserve to share a page with mine. I'll hand the booklet over—move your registration out within three days."
Elena was silent for a moment. "Fine."
Getting her name removed from the Bennett household register at last had lifted a boulder from Elena's chest.
Annabelle said over the phone, "I'll wait for you at Beaufort Manor," then ended the call without another word.
Elena drove straight to the address they had agreed on.
Annabelle stood with her back to her in front of a decorative rock formation; on the small table beside her sat a steaming porcelain pot of fruit tea.
Elena walked up and demanded, "Where's the household booklet?"
Annabelle turned; the look in her eyes coiled like a venomous snake as she fixed on Elena.
Annabelle snapped, "Elena Bennett, you've got some nerve! How dare you try to seduce Victor!"
Elena shot back, "Me, seduce him?"
Annabelle produced the shirt and thrust it toward her. "Victor was with you yesterday—don't tell me that lipstick isn't yours!"
The moment she spoke, Elena remembered how Victor Whitmore had nearly forced a kiss on her last night.
Righteous fury surged through her; yet Annabelle still had the gall to confront her.
Elena scoffed, "Annabelle, maybe keep your man on a tighter leash—feed him better so he doesn't run around biting people."
Annabelle stared, stunned. "What did you just say?"
Elena sneered, "I'm saying your man came after me first. Is that clear enough?"
She remembered the things Elena had once said—so Elena really meant to steal Victor just to get back at her!
Right now she wanted to tear Elena limb from limb; anyone who dared seduce her man was courting death.
She turned toward the man on the bed and drew in a long, steadying breath.
She must not lose her nerve—Victor was hers, and no one would take him away.
With that resolve she slipped off her jacket, lay beside him, cupped his face, and brushed a gentle kiss across his lips.
"Victor..." she whispered.
Annabelle worked diligently to rouse him, coaxing his dormant desire awake.
Victor stirred, drunken eyes half-open, focusing hazily on the warm, fragrant woman in his arms.
Looping her arms around his neck, she guided his hand along the curves of her body.
Still unaware, Victor responded on instinct, quickly taking the lead.
A delighted moan slipped from her lips. "Mmm... Victor..."
Suddenly his movements halted; he jerked upright, eyes snapping wide as he looked down at her.
He frowned. "Annabelle? What are you doing in my bed?"
Annabelle's heart turned cold—so close to success, she refused to quit now.
She pressed against him. "Victor, aren't you uncomfortable? Take me... please."
Victor shoved her away as though warding off something toxic.
"No—we haven't even gotten engaged. I can't."
Massaging his temples, he hurried off the bed, buttoned his shirt, and fled the room.
The slam of the door echoed through the empty room, stabbing at Annabelle's heart.
She snatched up a pillow and hurled it hard at the closed door.
On the bedside lay the jacket still marred by that telltale lipstick stain; Annabelle glared at the scarlet smudge as though grinding Elena's name to dust.
The next day.
After clocking out, Elena Bennett received a call from Annabelle.
"You wanted the household registration booklet, didn't you? I'll give it to you," Annabelle said.
Elena narrowed her eyes. "Annabelle Bennett, what game are you playing now?"
"Nothing at all. I just don't want to see you anymore. Your name doesn't deserve to share a page with mine. I'll hand the booklet over—move your registration out within three days."
Elena was silent for a moment. "Fine."
Getting her name removed from the Bennett household register at last had lifted a boulder from Elena's chest.
Annabelle said over the phone, "I'll wait for you at Beaufort Manor," then ended the call without another word.
Elena drove straight to the address they had agreed on.
Annabelle stood with her back to her in front of a decorative rock formation; on the small table beside her sat a steaming porcelain pot of fruit tea.
Elena walked up and demanded, "Where's the household booklet?"
Annabelle turned; the look in her eyes coiled like a venomous snake as she fixed on Elena.
Annabelle snapped, "Elena Bennett, you've got some nerve! How dare you try to seduce Victor!"
Elena shot back, "Me, seduce him?"
Annabelle produced the shirt and thrust it toward her. "Victor was with you yesterday—don't tell me that lipstick isn't yours!"
The moment she spoke, Elena remembered how Victor Whitmore had nearly forced a kiss on her last night.
Righteous fury surged through her; yet Annabelle still had the gall to confront her.
Elena scoffed, "Annabelle, maybe keep your man on a tighter leash—feed him better so he doesn't run around biting people."
Annabelle stared, stunned. "What did you just say?"
Elena sneered, "I'm saying your man came after me first. Is that clear enough?"
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