All Chapters of Winning My Ex-Crush: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Fenella’s POVI could only stay silent in confusion as I listened to the woman who claimed to be Laird's boss. My eyes blinked repeatedly as I observed her closely. From her appearance, it was clear she was not a foolish or poor woman.So why did she think her earlier statement was a normal thing coming from a career woman's mouth? Why did she seem so confident in what she said? Though I didn't believe her words, I still felt that something strange had happened."Laird is gay?" I repeated the woman's words slowly."He himself told me that," she said once more. The woman shrugged, as if all her words were sane."Laird is gay? He told you that himself."I repeated her

Fenella’s POV"I need to clean up in the restroom first," I told Laird as soon as we reached the ground floor of the building."Over there," Laird pointed to a hallway at the far left end of the building.I took off my jacket and quickly covered my face and head with it, which was now wet. My steps hurriedly ran away from Laird alone. When I entered the ladies' room, fortunately, there was no one.I breathed a sigh of relief and immediately looked at myself in front of the mirror. Quickly, I combed my hair with my fingers as smoothly as possible. I took out the powder and lipstick and then looked at my entire face."Ouch!"I groaned when I saw a few scratches from wounds on my cheeks, forehead, and chin. Fortunately, they were small, but there was a red mark. Quickly, I dampened the tissue with water and gently wiped away the wounds.Luckily, I wore a jacket and a long turtleneck, so there were no scratches on my body. It's just that my jacket and clothes were dirty, wet, smelled like

Fenella’s POVAlthough confused, Laird eventually complied with me. He pulled the car over to the side of the road and parked it. When the car finally came to a safe stop, he finally looked at my face closely."Are you okay?" he asked."No, I'm not okay," I said, shaking my head.He then looked at me with a furrowed brow. The corners of his eyes drooped, and he gazed at me with a mix of sadness and confusion."Sorry, Fenella. You must be disgusted with me for lying and being too scared to confront Rebecca," he said as he gently reached for my hand.I shook my head again, and tears slowly began to flow uncontrollably. My tears streamed down my cheeks, and I unbuckled

Fenella’s POV"Bravo, come here. This is your lunch."The woman slowly walked past me and up the stairs. Then, she extended a partially peeled banana to Bravo, and the animal leaped into her hand. Bravo eagerly grabbed and bit into the banana. In Rowan's hand, the big sugar glider appeared obedient and calm."Thank you for finding him," she said with a wide smile this time."This is Fenella, and this is Rowan," Laird introduced us briefly."Good job, Fenella," Rowan said with a smile."I didn't do anything, really," I replied, shrugging modestly with a restrained smile. Truly."Come inside." Rowan invited us to follow her through a door across the room that Laird had entered earlier. We climbed the stairs until we reached a small room."You're lucky that it was me and Fenella who found him," she said behind Rowan."Sorry. I think Dave forgot to lock the back door when he left earlier," he muttered softly while stroking Bravo in his hand."Be careful," Laird advised the woman."Yes, La

Fenella’s POVWithout realizing it, time passed quickly as we stood in line to buy pizza and placed an order for delivery to Dave and Rowan's home—a small surprise gift for them. The sky stretched clear without a cloud in sight, with the midday sun shining brightly in early November.Lunchtime had begun, and most people were enjoying their packed lunches at the wooden tables. Laird and I chose to sit under a shady tree without a mat, letting the grassy ground serve as a comfortable cushion.I was nestled in Laird's embrace while we playfully fed each other pizza with affectionate giggles. From a distance, I noticed several young children starting to arrive at the small baseball field in front of us, filled with enthusiasm in their baseball uniforms."Hey, look. They're the Little League team." I looped my arm around Laird's."Yup. Brings back memories," he said, his gaze drifting over the scene in front of us."Yeah, Laird. You used to be so dedicated to playing baseball. Do you remem