All Chapters of Winning Back My Ex Fiancée's Heart: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

★★★★"Move!" Edward ordered, giving Rebecca an annoyed look."No, I can't... you will go out only when I have finished thinking of a proper reason to tell my mom why you are here!" Said Rebecca, not shifting from the door while her hand holding the lock."Don't be stupid! It may not be your mother," Edward said, staring down at the petite woman."Is that so? Do you have super power to look through the door? Besides, there is no one else other than my mother in the house!" Said Rebecca with a light snarl in her eyes. She was absolute that he was looking for problems in the early morning. Until she heard another man's voice outside the door, "Boss!"Her brows were drawn together in confusion before the realization hit, and her expression stretched to horror."Trevor!" She questioned, looking into his eyes to confirm she was assuming right."Yes, he brought the dress so that I could leave your house," Edward replied with an unnerving calm, his tone steady as he motioned with his eyes for

★★★★★"Shut up!" Kendell shouted, her face contorted in fury. Her fists clenched tightly to her sides, remembering how she dismissed her daughter's worries in the hospital. She thought it was impossible for Rebecca Jonas to ruin her daughter's happiness, but now it seemed she was wrong to judge the dirty intention of that girl."Don't you dare to act over-smart in front of me," Kendall snapped, unleashing her disdain with her eyes. Walking forward she diminished the distance between them and continued, "I cannot believe you and your daughter have no shame. Even though the man once broke off the engagement and left you to deal with the shame and people's mocking. Huh!" She paused to snigger, "You two care only about money.""Mind your language, Kendell! You're standing in my house and insulting me and my daughter; I am no saint," Rebecca's mother shot back, gritting her teeth."What are you going to do?" Kendall challenged Rebecca's mother, her eyes full of provocation. "Back then, you

★★★★Edward led Rebecca into his office, the soft glow of the table lamp illuminating the dark, polished wood of the room. He shut the door behind them, casting a brief glance at her pale, unsettled face. He knew taking her home would only give her space to spiral further into her thoughts. "You can sleep on the couch if you’re tired," he said, his tone unusually gentle, though it carried an underlying firmness. Rebecca, however, remained rooted in place, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. Her mind was clearly elsewhere. Edward sighed, his voice dipping into a softer register as he tried to pull her from her internal whirlwind. "You’re obsessing over something invalid, Rebecca. Sometimes, things people say are nothing but empty words meant to rile you up." Rebecca snapped out of her daze, meeting his gaze defensively. "Invalid?" she repeated, her voice low but tense. "She didn’t seem like she was spewing nonsense... Don't you see her face? Her wide, fearful eyes make me th

★★★★★Edward clenched his fists and stared at Veronica for a moment, adding, "I do not love anyone. But it seems to me you are run over by your jealousy. How about you stop looking for me from now on? But that won't affect your career, nor the project my company has promised to you." The impatience in Edward’s eyes was apparent as if he wanted to follow Rebecca, who misunderstood him."What? No, you cannot do that to me... I am looking for you because I care for you, not because I want my career to thrive on your name," said Veronica, drawing close to the desk as her eyes flickered with fear instead of shock as if she had been expecting such an outcome for a long time."I am a very particular man who is always clear about his feelings. If you can recall, I have told you in one sentence that you cannot see me getting attached to you just because you are walking, running around me," Edward said clearly; his tone was firm, leaving no reason for Veronica to deny. And he grabbed his coat,

★★★★★"Yes, Edward. How are you, Turner?" said Edward with a calm tone, making his way to Turner, who was sitting by the window, basking under the sun that poured its sunshine inside filtering through the window."I am well. I was waiting for you to come. My eyes longed to see your face," Turner said, his smile did not leave his face."Why did not you call or reach out to me?" Edward sat opposite him. He thought, wondering if he should look for him once. But how could he, his own life was so pressed by stuff. "My hands became weak," Turner mentioned looking at his hands, "I am suffering from....from," the frown appeared on his forehead. "Alzheimer!" The woman’s voice interrupted the conversation and Turner glanced toward the door. His smile bloomed as he nodded, "Yes, Alzheimer... thank you, Imara." His expression softened, "Ed, do you recall Imara," he shifted his gaze back to Edward. "Yeah... she has grown up fine, and she looks more like your wife," said Edward, lightening the m