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Winning My Ex-Crush 163: Desperate Measure
Laird’s POVI walked further into the building, passing wooden doors along the corridor. I stopped right at the second door at the end of the dead-end corridor. However, doubt momentarily held my hand back in the air.Was I really going to do this? Was this the right thing to do?A few times, I carefully weighed my decision. Come on, I had made it this far. It wouldn’t be funny if I had to turn back just because of personal grudges. I should finish this as quickly and professionally as possible.I cleared my throat before finally summoning the courage to knock on the enemy’s door. I stood waiting, repeatedly adjusting my tie and quickly rotating my shoulders. My forehead furrowed as no one opened the door, even though the receptionist had clearly said that Prosecutor Golden was confirmed to be inside his office. I knocked three more times, just to be sure.“Go away, Evans!”A harsh, deep voice came from inside the room. I snorted after hearing the prosecutor's rude dismissal. I looked
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Laird’s POVNothing had changed. Year after year, my father would host a Christmas Eve party, inviting a few colleagues and close neighbors. The line of cars along the street in front of our house confirmed that the party had long since started and guests were arriving just as my father had hoped.I tightened my coat and cleared my throat. My steps led me to the house across from ours. Not for the party, but to persuade and reassure my girlfriend that I still loved her.The green and red wreath on the white door hung neatly. In contrast to my house, the Baxter home looked quiet. There was no commotion, no line of cars in front of the house, and no staff walking back and forth serving guests with drinks or coats.I pressed the doorbell once. The chime sounded faintly from inside the house. It didn’t take long before someone opened the door.“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Baxter,” I said with a wide smile.“Oh, L
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Laird’s POV“Weren’t you mad at me?”She turned towards me this time. Her eyes were tearful, as if she were about to cry at any moment, but she still had the determination to narrow her eyes at me.I frowned when I heard Fenella’s question. I shook my head.“I wasn’t mad at you.”Hearing my answer, she immediately lowered her knees and sat cross-legged on the sofa. Her posture was rigid. Then she began a string of judgmental remarks.“Yes, you were. You saw that ad at the office, and you got mad. Then you started blowing rampage at Gene’s office and beating up Alan because of it.”“Wow, wow. Slow down, baby. Take a breath.”I raised both of my hands in the air. “Calm down,” I said in a deep voice slowly, hoping she would listen to me calmly.“Alright, I admit it. I saw t
Last Updated : 2024-08-28Winning My Ex-Crush 166: A Plan
Laird’s POVFenella's face grew even paler. It seemed she understood how dangerous and serious this situation was. We were going to face those devious mobsters and catch them."Can we?"An eyebrow of mine lifted when I heard the doubt in her voice. How different her tone was now compared to when she had spoken earlier with admiration about Alan, who had endured so much to win her over. Now, her enthusiasm had vanished, replaced by a soft, uncertain voice."Why are you so doubtful?""I mean, Peter Morgan, Amy’s husband, is a respected senator in Massachusetts. Amy is a socialite active on the board of social foundations throughout the state. And Alan," her voice suddenly faltered when discussing Alan.Fenella looked at me blankly. She turned away and sighed deeply. Her hand stroked her smooth, blonde hair."Alan is a scheming, ambitious sociopath who won’t stop bothering us anytime soon. You can’t let him ruin your life, can you?""Yes, but are you sure we can win against them? You’ve
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Fenella’s POVI felt sorry for Alan. After hearing Alan's story about the seven years he had spent with Amy, I became sympathetic and reluctant to hurt Alan any further. Guilt overwhelmed me.However, what Laird said was true. I had to muster the courage to take action to keep Alan as far away from my life as possible.One could say I was the center of this mess. Consider me taking responsible action to deal with Alan. Therefore, I didn’t want to stay idle. I would contribute to solving this case as best as I could.“No.”Laird flatly rejected my idea. I knew he must have been angry. I was sure he wouldn’t want to give in and follow my crazy idea. We knew what happened when he followed my suggestions—a freaking mess."But, Laird. Think about it. How can I gather more in-depth information if I’m not close enough to his circle? I need to dive into it to get all the information we need, whateve
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Fenella’s POVLaird stared at me in silence. His face was calm, illuminated by the warm glow of the fireplace. The sound of Christmas carols floated softly from the Evans family home, contrasting with the quiet atmosphere of my house.“Yes, I do. I have always been and will always love you.”“Aren’t you lying?” I asked softly.“Why would I lie about that?” He whispered gently.“Aren’t you angry about the ad?”“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not mad at you, Fenella? From the beginning, we agreed to let the ad go and move on, right? Besides, the ad has already been taken down.” He shrugged as if the ad meant nothing to him anymore.“What about the people’s criticism of me? Don’t you see my social media?”He shook his head. “I don’t give a damn about that. I’ve always told you, even
Last Updated : 2024-08-29Winning My Ex-Crush 169: Make Up Kisses
Fenella’s POVThe door to my room swung open, and Laird's face was the first thing I saw. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of me on the bed. His gaze didn’t shift from my body; instead, it became more intense, examining every curve in the dim light from outside.His green eyes darkened and sparkled with enthusiasm. A crooked smile spread across his lips as if he were looking at a feast that made him hungry. Meanwhile, I reveled in every second as he devoured my presence.I sat up with my knees on the bed. My legs opened wide, strong enough to support my body while displaying all of me to him.“Are you asking for make-up sex, honey?” I asked with a sultry tone in my voice.“Yes, and everything that is you.” He spoke low.“Then take me. Take all of me.”Laird closed my bedroom door and locked it from the inside. He strode closer to my bed with a smirk on his lips. When he
Last Updated : 2024-08-30Winning My Ex-Crush 170: Ready For You
Fenella’s POVLaird opened his shirt in front of me. His cock was erect and hard. I could see the veins underneath his tan skin running like roots deeply embedded in his body.He then crawled up onto my queen bed. As he was about to lay his body on top of mine, I rolled over to avoid him. His eyebrows raised in question at my unexpected behavior. I smiled with a small chuckle held back."This is my turn, darling. Of course, you didn't think you'd get all the pleasure alone, right?" I pointed my finger at his chest with a bold gaze."I thought I wouldn't get it." He smiled crookedly."Oh, don't worry, honey. You deserve a pleasant Christmas gift if you obey and be a good boy."I slowly pushed him to lie on the bed. My body covered his, but I didn't immediately ride him, even though I really wanted to. Instead of finishing quickly, I played what he always liked about me."Remember to save some for the finale," he stroked my hair."Uh huh."The next moment, I did the same thing he had do
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Fenella’s POV“Fenella.”“Yes, Laird.”Laird called me right after I arrived at the apartment.“Where are you right now?”“I'm at the apartment,” I replied quickly as I grabbed a glass of mineral water from the dispenser.“Oh, thank goodness. I'm on my way home,” he said.The apartment door opened, and I immediately saw Laird's figure enter. My mouth was slightly agape, with my eyes widening. My forehead wrinkled as I watched him walk in. I glanced at the clock on the table and realized it was 2 p.m.“Fenella,” he called in his distinctively low voice.He stepped inside and met me in the kitchen. I hurriedly set my water glass down on the dining table. For some reason, Laird's face looked different. There was a hint of a happy smile on his face, though the look in his eyes was dark, and I couldn't describe the meaning behind it.“You're home? One second you're calling me, the next you're standing in front of me,” I chuckled.Suddenly, he let down his backpack on the floor. Then he hug
Winning My Ex-Crush 204: Daddy Issues
Laird’s POVI took several deep breaths and let them out. I couldn't help but feel uneasy and anxious, and various bad thoughts were raging in my mind. My hands repeatedly smoothed my tie or combed my hair. Hell, I couldn't calm myself down!This wasn't the first time my father had gone this far. Using bodyguards to pick up other people by force, who does he think he is?I hate his methods. He's called the shark of the legal world for a reason. This is how he acts. Stalking, coercing, and making people bend to his will until they're crushed by Hugo Evans' ambition.Now he was after Fenella. He flew from Boston to New York for her. I just knew it.I almost know what my father wants from my girlfriend. Maybe he wants to tell her to stay away like some of the girls I dated at university. It could also be that he wanted to ask about the case involving me and Malgolm Golden together.Whatever it was, I was waiting for a call or mes
Winning My Ex-Crush 203: Please Don’t Preach
Fenella’s POVMy eyes blinked after hearing Mr. Evans' words. My brow furrowed as I tried to understand his reasoning and failed miserably. I remained silent, but eventually, my heart was stirred to dig deeper.“Excuse me? Why is that?” I asked slowly, being careful not to make a misstep.“Because he helped my enemy,” Mr. Evans replied firmly.Again, I could only blink. An enemy? Yes, Laird had told me how Mr. Golden had an affair with his mother. But wasn’t that ten years ago? In fact, Mr. Evans had been busy with his young girlfriend.Still, Laird had helped to do the right thing. I didn’t want to argue with him, but I began to feel that Mr. Evans' disappointment in Laird was beyond reason.“But he helped capture criminals. He has contributed to the community.” I voiced my opinion again and swallowed to ease my nervousness.“You don’t know anything, kid. He helped my arch-enemy without considering my feelings.” Mr. Evans scoffed in frustration. “How dare he? Sometimes Laird can be u
Winning My Ex-Crush 202: Live Location
Fenella’s POVI willingly got into the black van, leaving Jessy alone on the sidewalk. I was sure he would immediately contact Laird. Maybe he would explain the situation to him, and Laird would call me right away.Sure enough, my phone rang just minutes after the van had driven away from Laird’s office building. I answered the call immediately.“Hello, Laird.”“Hey, Fenella. What is this about Jessy seeing you being abducted by a black van? He said you willingly got into the vehicle and mentioned it was my father’s men.”Laird asked with tension in his voice. His breath sounded hurried on the phone, but I didn’t want to make him more anxious.Well, yes, I was panicking too because suddenly I had been approached by men in black suits who resembled mafia. However, they mentioned Hugo Evans, Laird’s father. I didn’t want to give his father a bad impression, or I would lose th
