After Rebirth, I Replaced My Ex-Husband's True Love-Chapter 90: What a Fine Move—Feigning Withdrawal to Capture

Chapter 90: Chapter 90: What a Fine Move—Feigning Withdrawal to Capture

I didn’t expect Azure Vaughn to bring back a man who wasn’t Henry Preston, but this man’s identity wasn’t her boyfriend; he was someone pursuing her.

Azure had him sit down, Laura Lawson poured him a glass of water, while Walter Vaughn sat across from him, scrutinizing him.

I sat on the side, my mind tangled with confusion.

After a while, Azure said to me, "Miss Hathaway, there’s something I want to talk to you about."

"Sure." I got up and followed her into a bedroom.

Azure closed the door and got straight to the point, "Miss Hathaway, you must be surprised that I didn’t bring Henry back. I just wanted to tell you that although I developed feelings for him, morally I can’t be the other woman, so I’ve clarified things with him, and am planning to accept Ethan Cheney."

Ethan Cheney is the man outside.

"Did he agree?" It didn’t feel right to me. How could Azure have the means to counter Henry Preston? As long as Henry doesn’t agree, she shouldn’t expect a good outcome with any other man.

"Whether he agrees or not is his business." Azure spoke decisively, looking very determined.

I couldn’t pinpoint what felt off, but for now, the fact was that Azure hadn’t brought Henry back.

After leaving the bedroom, I didn’t want to stay any longer. Laura tried to persuade me to stay for dinner, but I refused. She brought me the medicine she got for me and reminded me of the precautions and frequency for taking it.

Azure asked from the side, "Mom, what is that?"

Laura’s face showed a hint of awkwardness, before teasingly saying, "Why are you asking so many questions like a child?"

"I had Auntie Lawson get it for me," I told Azure openly, "Henry and I haven’t had a child. Auntie Lawson got me some medicine before, and it’s been effective, but more work is needed."

Since Azure had decided to completely refuse Henry, she wouldn’t mind what I said.

Yet, I still caught a flash of shock and anger in her eyes.

"Goodbye." I smiled again, waved with a bag of medicine, and said farewell to Laura and Azure, then left.

As soon as my car left the downstairs area, Henry’s car came into view. Upon seeing me, he abruptly turned and blocked my car.

I rolled down the car window, "Henry, what are you doing?"

"Did you visit her home?" Henry’s face was cold, clearly in a foul mood.

"Auntie Lawson got me some medicine, I came to collect it." I said emotionlessly, "Azure brought someone pursuing her to meet her parents. Are you here to see her?"

Henry got out of the car, looked up at the building, emitting anger from his whole being.

Azure was his prey; her bringing another man to meet her parents undoubtedly touched his raw nerve.

I suddenly understood, quite a clever ploy of playing hard to get.

Azure probably sensed that Henry was starting to pay attention to me too, so she came up with this idea to force him to recognize who truly matters to him.

Upon hearing my words, Henry immediately turned, intending to go upstairs. With his temper, he’d be upfront with Laura and Walter that very day, and regardless of whether they accepted him, he couldn’t be stopped.

"Henry!" Frustrated, I suddenly called out to him, "Have you thought this through? Going up now means meeting Azure’s parents, and that signifies the start of your families connecting."

He stopped in his tracks and looked back at me.

I looked at him candidly, "If you’ve decided to be with her, please release me first. You can’t tie me down while starting your own true love life; that’s too despicable."

After speaking, I reversed and left through another exit. Back at Maplewood Gardens, I quickly drew up a new divorce agreement.

If he’s still unwilling to sign, litigation will be the only option.

Even though I had the divorce agreement ready, my heart couldn’t calm down, uncontrollably imagining what might occur after Henry barged into the Vaughn Family home.

Azure must be both delighted and smug; her tactic worked well.

As I restlessly waited, Joel Sutton texted me: Miss Hathaway, our vacation is coming up soon. I’ll be buying a ticket to head home in a few days. Do you have some time? Let me treat you to a meal.

Without even thinking, I replied: Sure, I’m free tomorrow.

Joel responded quickly: What do you feel like eating? After dinner, we could also stroll through Prosperity Park, maybe even hike Mount Valen. I heard the snow scene there is beautiful!

I still responded with just one word: Sure.

That night, Henry didn’t come back, and it had been a while since I felt the impatience of waiting for him. After my rebirth, I accepted our end, so I always kept my emotions under control within my grasp.

But now it seemed as though I reverted to before my rebirth, like an ant on a hot pan, unable to calm down.

As a result, I was sleepless all night, and the next day my vitality had visibly wilted a lot.

For Joel Sutton’s appointment, I forced myself to cheer up, groomed and dressed up, then drove to the address he mentioned.

"Miss Hathaway!" Joel Sutton was wearing a short white down jacket with gray jeans, exuding youthful energy. As I approached, he asked worriedly, "What happened? Didn’t you sleep well? You look a bit unwell."

I forced a smile, "Yeah, I had a nightmare last night."

Joel Sutton, a top university student, gave me advice, "Put a pair of scissors under your pillow to dispel the evil."

My originally heavy mood was instantly lightened, "You believe in that?"

"Some things believe if you believe, don’t if you don’t, you can try it." Joel Sutton turned and asked behind him, "Fatty, don’t you agree?"

Only then did I notice the chubby orange cat, being carried by Joel in a transparent carrier, responding with a meow as if affirming its owner’s statement.

"You’re right, someday I’ll try putting scissors." I teased Fatty, then looked toward the nearby French restaurant, "This is where you’re treating me?"

"Yes, do you like it?" Joel seemed a bit shy, "I haven’t tried French cuisine myself."

Joel came from an ordinary background, working part-time for his tuition and living expenses. He’s already impressive without wanting to squander money on dining; I understood.

I shook my head, "Not particularly. Lately, I enjoy hotpot. Let me treat you."

Joel immediately refused, "No, I said I’d treat you, it’s my treat, I can’t let you pay!"

"Alright, I still want hotpot," I didn’t want Joel to overspend; something casual would suffice.

Plus, I barely had an appetite; going out was just to distract myself from overthinking at home.

Joel found a place after searching on his phone, "This place has good reviews, shall we try it?"

"Sure, let’s go." I said impulsively.

Joel beamed, his eyes free from the bitter unwillingness of heartbreak, compared to me, he seemed to let things go more easily.