Unexpected Marriage With Mr. Leighton: Rebirth of the Villain-Chapter 123: ANGRY RANON

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Chapter 123: ANGRY RANON

Well, Ranon was right. Arlo did it. His tight grip bruised Hazel’s wrist. It might not have been visible at first, but over time, it became darker and turned into a bruise.

"I think he held me too tight," Hazel said quietly. The bruise was not painful. Without a doubt, if she compared it to all the wounds she had suffered, this bruise was nothing but a decoration on her skin.

"And why did he hold you tightly?" Ranon clenched his jaw. He looked angry, and to be honest, Hazel was a little bit scared.

It spoke volumes if she was scared of him since she was not easily scared of someone.

"I... I don’t know." Hazel wanted to kick herself for stuttering.

Ranon narrowed his eyes, but thankfully, he didn’t grip her wrist too tightly like Arlo did. In the end, he put away the cold towel.

"What did you talk about with him?"

"I can’t tell you."

Ranon was silent for a moment. "Is it related to River Lozen?"

"Yes."

"What is the connection between you and River?"

She was River. "I can’t tell you." Hazel pushed herself into a sitting position and faced him. "I have said this to you before; I will not tell a lie to you, but I can’t tell you a lot of things."

Ranon didn’t say anything; he listened to her and let her finish.

"I promise you that I will not cause trouble for you." Hazel then added quickly, "I swear, there is no third party here."

Ranon lowered his head, and his eyes darkened seeing the bruise. He said nothing, but it was even more terrifying.

From the look on his face, it was almost like he was planning a murder.

River was an assassin; certainly, she was familiar with that kind of look. The anger in his eyes was palpable to see.

If at the beginning, Hazel thought Ranon was very aloof and didn’t care much about people around him, in this moment, she saw him in a different light. fгeewebnovёl.com

This man was a possessive type!

What happened with Ema must have left a deep wound for him.

"I am fine," Hazel reassured him. "I am easily bruised. There is nothing serious about it. Come, sleep again." She patted the space beside her on the bed.

Ranon didn’t move until Hazel took his hand and pulled his big, heavy body to lie down next to her.

"You are so heavy, you know? So, show some pity for this pregnant woman and move your ass."

***

Aubrey couldn’t sleep; she kept staring at her phone, waiting for Arlo to call her, but when he didn’t, she was the one who called him.

"When will you come back?" Aubrey asked. She tried not to cry and sound clingy. Because apparently, such a method didn’t work on him anymore. She could see his annoyance whenever she was being too dependent on him.

The trait that he used to love now repulsed him.

"Tomorrow. I will drive back in the morning."

The answer was terse. Aubrey might have overthought this, but she felt like Arlo wanted to end the conversation immediately, yet he stayed to appease her.

"I will see you in the afternoon," Arlo said. "I am a little bit tired. I will go to sleep now. You need to take rest too."

"Okay." Aubrey swallowed the lump in her throat.

And a second later, Arlo ended the call without a ’good night’ or even a ’sleep tight.’ He spoke softly and sweetly, as if he was concerned about her well-being, but Aubrey could feel it.

Arlo had long slipped through her fingers.

***

Laurel felt numb when she opened her eyes. It was not like she was sleeping; she only closed her eyes because she was too tired; still, sleep didn’t come to her to spare her from the heartache.

Last night, after two hours of trying to persuade Laurel to open the door, James gave up. He left her alone, but he came again to wake her up and have breakfast with him and Carl, knocking on the door a few times before he left.

Carl also came before he went to school. He talked through the locked door. Wished her to be alright. From the sound of it, he was worried about her, which was laughable.

Laurel raised that boy. She loved him like her own and gave everything to him. She attended all of his games and all the parent’s meetings when James couldn’t. She was there every step of the way.

She was the one who taught him how to read and told him stories at bedtime when he was little. She was the one who was there on his first day of school.

Wiped his tears whenever he was scared, and hugged him in every bad dream he had, and many more things that even James couldn’t do.

Laurel did more for Carl than his biological mother and father combined.

And yet, after all she had done, he betrayed her in the worst possible way. He was not eight years old. He was sixteen. He knew better about right and wrong.

Somehow, after such a gruesome night, what was left of her was emptiness. She felt numb.

Laurel was not sad; she was not angry; she was not disappointed; she simply didn’t feel anything, which was scary. There must be something wrong with her.

Once her tears dried, the sun shone brightly, and she finally got off the bed and reached for her phone. There were so many miscalls and texts from Carl and James since they couldn’t get any reactions from her.

There was an apology from Carl.

[I am sorry, Mother.]

That was it. There was no elaboration on what he was sorry for.

Laurel then ignored the other texts and called someone.

"I want to file for a divorce." That was the first thing she said when the other person picked up her phone call.

Her voice was resolute.

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