All Chapters of Winning My Ex-Crush: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Fenella’s POVNot wanting to escalate the situation, I got out of the car as the police instructed me by my window. I quickly opened the small bag I brought and took out my identification card to show it to the officer.As I stepped out of the car completely, I realized the cold wind felt as if it were piercing my legs, causing them to cramp and ache. The calf-high boots I was wearing seemed insufficient to support my body.I felt dizzy but managed to hold onto the car until I stood up straight again. It seemed like a muscle in my leg was slightly strained from hastily jumping over the car seat."Are you okay? You look scared," the officer asked me."Yes, I'm fine. Just startled," I replied in haste.

Fenella’s POVI waited at the police station in quite a dreadful condition. People might have found me strange with my smeared makeup. It was a far cry from the glamorous, sparkling outfit I was wearing.The police officer gave me a cup of warm tea, and it turned out to be effective in calming my nerves since earlier. At least I had something to occupy my time while waiting for Laird. I could only sip the warm tea slowly while keeping an eye on my phone charging on the table."Miss Baxter, your lawyer is here."The officer approached me quietly. I immediately turned and saw Laird standing behind the officer. He hadn't even changed his clothes. It was as if he had just come out of a club, though I didn't know where he had been all this time.His gaze was no longer as fierce as the last time I saw him on stage. Now his forehead was furrowed with a look that resembled pity. It seemed contacting Laird for help was indeed a bad idea. Now his gaze, full of pity, made me even more embarrasse

Laird’s POVI leaned against the wall with one hand. Several times I assessed the situation and remembered Alan's words that kept boiling my blood. I glared sharply at Alan, and the man slowly got up. Unfortunately, he just chuckled and even had time to straighten his shirt."Ignore him, sir. He's just jealous of me," Alan still chuckled."Please get my wallet, sir. I need to sign a check to pay this honorable Mr. Evans," Alan said casually to the older officer.The older officer let out a long sigh and nodded at the other officer in the room. The slightly younger officer finally left the room."Truly, your service is very satisfying. You protect me, give me painkillers and water, and now you're going to get my wallet," Alan said cheerfully as he sat again on the chair."Don't get cocky, Mr. Schmidt. You've caused a lot of trouble tonight," the older officer said patiently."Oh, here it is," Alan said happily as the officer returned to the room with a black leather wallet."Do you hav

Fenella’s POV"Sorry, but I don't know that name at all," He admitted. "She's our school alumna who became a sexy model. You pointed to a school billboard ad with her face prominently displayed. You said she was your type of girl. That's what you said on prom night." I persisted stubbornly. "Me?" He pointed to himself. "Are you sure that was me? I don't remember! I don't even know what Charlotte looks like." He chuckled and shook his head. Is he truly didn't remember at all?"But you answered with the same response at the club! You said your type of girl is a sexy girl," I sulked amid my tears."That's because I was helping you and Jessy. Jessy told me that you were having trouble meeting Oscar's wishes. He said I had to lure you to perform on stage as a form of spontaneity. That's why I eventually came up with an idea and asked him to collaborate with me." He slowly explained. "I wasn't serious when I said that. It was all just an act," He said slowly. "Really?" I asked, still

Fenella’s POVLaird and I were still busy savoring each other's tongues. I felt sensations with every lick, and it was as sweet as champagne. I still dominated Laird's body below mine, and he allowed me to crush him."Am I heavy?" I asked softly between our kisses."Not at all," Laird replied.Then we continued what we had been doing for the past five minutes—kissing. Laird's hands caressed my back and waist, but I immediately grabbed his hands and firmly held them down on the bed."Don't touch me. You just need to be silent and enjoy yourself without doing anything," I said with a faint smile."Why?" Laird asked with his typical crooked smile.