Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife-Chapter 914 - 574: You Really Want Me to Do Something This Unethical?

Chapter 914: Chapter 574: You Really Want Me to Do Something This Unethical?

A lot of things happened next that caught Rosalind off guard.

She heard that Owen Lennon, who usually didn’t visit the police station much, had been hanging around there a lot recently.

He claimed he was there to gather information, but in fact, he was just there to banter with her.

Sometimes she just couldn’t figure it out, what exactly was Owen Lennon trying to do.

Was it really so hard for him to accept that she was the one who suggested breaking up back then?

She clearly did it for his own good, so why was he still picking fights with her?

After work in the afternoon, she returned home exhausted, only to find him at her doorstep.

She was taken aback: "You... why are you here?"

"Why can’t I be here? Can’t I come to see you?"

"No, weren’t you annoyed enough with me at the police station today?"

"Want me to never bother you again from now on?"

Rosalind clasped her hands together: "I’m begging you, please stop bugging me, I’ve really had enough."

Owen Lennon nodded: "Alright, then go inside, change your clothes, and come out with me."

"What now?"

"Got some business to take care of and I need your help."

Rosalind scoffed: "You need my help? I didn’t know the high and mighty Lawyer Lennon ever needed anyone’s help."

Owen Lennon smirked mischievously: "Didn’t you lend me money before, saying that you’d owe me a favor? Today’s the day to return it."

"I had dinner with you that day."

"Do you think I’m the kind of person who would let things go so easily?"

Rosalind gritted her teeth: "This is really the last time, right?"

Owen Lennon curled his lips: "Correct."

"Fine, I’ll go change," she turned around, opened the door, and went inside, and Owen Lennon followed in after her.

Rosalind turned back and glared at him: "Why are you coming in?"

"What do you think? I’m here to help you pick out clothes," he glanced around the room and couldn’t help but frown.

Some habits die hard.

She used to love living in a house that looked like a mess.

She said she liked the feeling of living in a chaotic house.

But he just couldn’t understand why some people liked to turn their homes into crime scenes.

"Your house is still in this state."

"I like it."

He curled his lips without further comment and just went to open her wardrobe.

She panicked: "Hey, you could have at least told me."

Owen Lennon shook his head helplessly, no wonder she didn’t want him to open the closet.

Inside the closet, aside from two neatly hung police uniforms, the rest of the clothes were crammed into a heap. Trying to find a nice piece of clothing for her was harder than climbing the sky.

Embarrassed, she picked up a piece of clothing from the floor to cover the lingerie in the closet.

Owen Lennon glanced at her, his expression calm and composed: "I know your size, I’ve seen the real thing, no need to hide."

Rosalind blushed for a moment: "Is it really okay to say such things at this time?"

Owen Lennon turned slightly, pinning her against the closet: "Isn’t it okay? When a man and woman are alone in a room, if there’s no flirting, wouldn’t that be boring?"

Rosalind’s heart raced; she had always known that this man exuded irresistible charm.

She should have been immune to it, yet she still felt a bit stirred.

She took a deep breath and pushed him away: "Owen Lennon, can’t you ever be serious? I really can’t stand you acting this way."

Owen Lennon curled his lips: "Getting mad already? Make sure to cooperate well when you’re helping me later.

If you mess it up, I’ll make sure your life is never peaceful."

She bit her lip: "Then move aside, I need to change."

"All the clothes in here aren’t suitable, come with me."

He grabbed her wrist and led her out of her house. Rosalind was puzzled: "Where are you taking me?"

"Don’t ask, I realize you just have too many questions."

"I’m a police officer; it’s natural for me to ask questions."

"Isn’t it lawyers who are supposed to love asking questions?"

Rosalind was exasperated, right, he was a lawyer, she had momentarily forgotten.

When it comes to verbal sparring, he definitely had the upper hand.

Owen Lennon took her to a women’s boutique.

As soon as he walked in, he started picking out clothes, and Rosalind followed behind him. Seeing the prices of these clothes, which were all in the thousands, she immediately panicked: "I can’t afford these clothes."

"This is already the cheapest place I could think of."

"I can’t afford them anyway."

"Then we’ll go somewhere else," Owen Lennon turned around and left, and Rosalind sneaked a laugh, thinking her plan had worked.

However, when the car stopped at another women’s store, she realized she was mistaken.

Once inside, she found that the clothes here were ten times more expensive than those in the other store.

It was the first time she realized that Owen Lennon and she really weren’t from the same world.

Owen Lennon casually selected an outfit and told her to try it on. Rosalind’s expression stiffened: "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Since you’re helping me with something, I’ll buy this outfit. Go try it on now."

"This matter is really important to me, worth the price of a dress to resolve perfectly."

Rosalind was a bit conflicted, should she do this, or not?

Seeing her hesitation, Owen Lennon frowned: "What, do you think I have ulterior motives for you?"

She rolled her eyes and took the clothes to try them on. If it’s for work, might as well wear them, nothing too serious.

When she came out wearing the clothes, Owen Lennon was satisfied with a smile, Rosalind indeed had a great figure.

A simple black plaid dress looked sacred on her.

Some women are just natural clothes hangers, like Rosalind here, she definitely is one of them.

It’s just a pity that her aspiration wasn’t to be a model, but a police officer.

Otherwise, she could have shone brightly in that field; he always had a good eye for women.

Rosalind asked him: "Does this work?"

Owen Lennon nodded: "Yes, let’s go."

He went to pay with his card, and she asked: "Aren’t you going to tell me what we’re doing?"

"A blind date."

"What?" Rosalind was surprised: "A blind date? Are you setting me up?"

"Dream on," he stepped into the car, "you’re accompanying me on the blind date. Your job is to help me ruin it, I’m not satisfied with the other party."

Rosalind looked at him: "You’re really letting me do something so mean?"

"If you hadn’t wronged me in the first place, I wouldn’t even have the chance to hurt someone else now.

Ultimately, this woman’s misfortune is all because of you.

Since it’s your mistake, you making amends is the best solution.

Remember, work with me, don’t mess up, or this isn’t over."

Rosalind was speechless, this guy had to be doing it on purpose.