All Chapters of Rejected by the Tycoon: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Edward I looked around the sophisticated restaurant, filled with people chatting happily, all seeming to be enjoying themselves, pleased with each other's company. Except for me."And she dressed so poorly, mon cher," the woman in front of me continued with her endless monologue. "I can't even imagine where she buys all those horrible and démodé clothes."I reached for the almost-empty wine glass; I had already had a few that night and brought the crystal to my lips once again, thirsty.Only the wine could make me endure everything that came out of Louise's mouth since she sat across from me in that restaurant."Do you remember that roommate of yours in college?"

BeatriceAfter returning from the bathroom, I kept an eye on the nearby table, but I didn't see them return to the dining area, concluding that they must have paid the bill and left after the unwanted and entirely unnecessary encounter in the corridor.However, the scene wouldn't leave my mind, and I kept replaying Edward's approach, leaving me extremely irritated because I was certain that the false and deceitful woman would be capable of completely twisting the situation and making him believe that I was the one who initiated the confrontation, which is entirely ridiculous.The rest of the dinner proceeded smoothly; after all, the source of my discomfort had already left. It's challenging, but I just realized that Edward still has the power to affect me, even after so much time apart.Andrew naturally drove me home. I just didn't expect to find an unfamiliar car parked in front of the residence. I felt a slight apprehension, fearing it might be someone with malicious intentions lurk

Beatrice Since that unexpected encounter with Edward, my mind had become a mess of conflicting emotions. I couldn't avoid confronting the truth, even if it was painful. Andrew and I had been together for months, but I realized something was wrong.I needed to tell the truth to Andrew, and that's what I intended to do when we met at my house the next night. He looked at me with concern, and the concern was justified. I didn't know how to approach the subject, but I knew I had to."Andrew, we need to talk," I began, choosing my words carefully. "I've been thinking a lot about us and our relationship." He furrowed his brow, clearly concerned. The closeness we had built over the past few months couldn't be ignored. Andrew was a kind, affectionate man who treated me with a level of respect I had never experienced before.

Beatrice When we finally arrived in front of my house, the atmosphere in the car was much lighter. I thanked Andrew for the ride and prepared to leave quickly, aware that Edward was waiting, along with Timothy. However, Andrew held my hand, preventing me from getting out."Do I deserve a kiss from my girlfriend?" Andrew asked with a tender smile.I felt obligated to grant my boyfriend's request, after all, I genuinely liked him. The kiss between us was tender and passionate, and for a moment, I could forget all the confusion surrounding my life.When the kiss finally ended, I felt my heart warm, and I returned the smile that lit up Andrew's face."Should I be concerned that your ex-husband is waiting for you at your house?" Andrew as

Beatrice I lived in what seemed like a normal relationship with a man who made his love for me clear. However, the feeling of happiness and fulfillment eluded me. The reasons for this emptiness were unknown to me, and I did my best to avoid confronting them, indefinitely postponing this reflection. Not even at that moment, when I was finishing my activities in the newspaper office and getting ready to go home with my perfect partner, was it appropriate to address these thoughts. Everything seemed perfect, but something was out of tune. A discreet knock on the door indicated that Andrew was waiting, ready for us to go home together, as we always did. "Hi, dear," he greeted me, quickly kissing my lips. "Can we go?""Of course," I agreed without hesitation. We went down the elevator to the basement, and when we were alre