Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 167

I walked to the underground garage of the building and just got to my car when I saw Neil emerging from the shadows in the corner.

Was he waiting for me on purpose?

I quickly opened the car door to get in, but Neil blocked my way. He didn't look too happy, "You avoiding me?"

"Mr. Whitmore, I'm not avoiding you. I just don't think we need to acknowledge each other, or keep in touch,” I answered calmly, giving up on getting in the car.

"Why did you go to Zion Chemical Plant then? Why did you call the police?" Neil's voice was steady, with a firm tone, "You're lying to yourself."

"What's wrong with me calling the police? I just wanted to help out of kindness. Even if the construction site wasn't yours, Whitmore Co., I would still have called the police. I can't stand seeing good, hardworking people bullied by bad guys. Got a problem with that?" I retorted.

A small act of kindness and Whitmore Co. actually took the trouble to investigate. I was surprised.

The lighting in the underground parking lot wasn't very bright. Although Neil and I were standing close, I couldn't quite make out his expression.

After a moment of silence, I pushed Neil away, "Move, I need to get in the car."

Neil stood there like a wall, not budging an inch.

I lost my temper instantly and shouted, "Neil, get out of the way!"

My words, of course, had no effect. Neil not only didn't move but closed my car door again.

I gave him an angry kick, "Neil, what's your problem? It's been two years, why are you still bothering me?"

"Stella said you have a foreign boyfriend. Is that Sean?" Neil seemed to not understand my words, instead began questioning me, "Or did you find one abroad and planning to get another one here?"

I seriously wondered if Neil had gone crazy these past two years, why else would he say such things?

But Stella was indeed a sly one, especially good at "stirring up trouble" for her friends.

"Mr. Whitmore, you have no right, no place to ask me these questions, right?" I snorted, ready to continue speaking when Neil suddenly embraced me.

His strong arms held me tightly, a mix of familiar and strange tobacco smell mixed with a faint fragrance entered my nose, and I was momentarily dazed.

The next second, I came back to my senses, trying hard to push Neil away.

"Get in the car, someone is taking pictures," Neil's deep voice sounded in my ear, "You don't want to be linked with your ex-husband as soon as you return home, do you?"

I loosened my resisting hand, instinctively wanting to turn around and see who was taking pictures, but Neil quickly held my head down.

"Do you want your face captured on purpose?" he sounded exasperated.

I was speechless.

Neil sheltered me with one hand and opened the car door with the other, "Get in."

I quickly got in the car, put on a hat and sunglasses, and was about to close the door and drive away.

Neil grabbed the car door, "You sit in the passenger seat, I'll drive."

"I can drive," I replied impatiently.

"If you don't let me in, then you bear the consequences."

Neil was still as imposing as ever, his threats smooth and natural, "You'll see news of our clandestine meeting in the garage on tomorrow's newspaper, your parents see it, you'll be in trouble."