Rebirth Reclaiming Her Self by Fleur Delacour

Chapter 466 | Like To Stare at Him At Florence's inquiry, Angela shifted her gaze to the bodyguard and James, contemplating the unfolding scene. Catching Angela's glance, the bodyguard promptly announced, “Tto go. Escort him out.” Recalling her earlier instruction, Angela realized the thad elapsed as the bodyguard led James away. “Release him,” she instructed calmly.

Following her directive, the bodyguard freed James. Momentarily released, James stood still, his disbelief evident as he locked eyes with Angela, who seemed distant.

Sensing the tension, Angela averted her gaze, stating, “l won't see you off.” James' expression betrayed a mix of emotions, understanding that lingering would serve no purpose. He departed hastily, disappearing into the elevator.

As James left, Angela turned to Florence, extending an invitation, “I'm heading home. Would you like to join me, Miss Shelton?” Florence, however, ignored the offer and posed a question instead, “Did you hit your brother?” Angela refuted the accusation calmly, “He’s not my brother, and | didn't hit him.” Florence persisted. “If you hit him, just admit it.

Why deny it?” Angela carefully studied Florence's expression and noticed a hint of excitement, unable to decipher her intentions.

Unable to comprehend, she decided to walk towards the elevator. “Let's go, Miss Shelton.” Florence shook her head. “You go your way. I'll stay here and keep an eye on Jonathan.” Angela started to feel irritated. Anyone would feel uncomfortable having their spouse stared at like this.

“Miss Shelton, perhaps it's best to refrain from fixating on other people's spouses. There are plenty of other options out there,” Angela remarked calmly, noting Florence's brazen behavior. Despite her seeming irrationality, Florence's directness contrasted sharply with the underhanded tactics typical of the Kins Family, particularly Fanny, who thrived on causing constant unease and annoyance.

Florence's defiant stare didn’t waver. “I simply enjoy his company, whether he’s taken or not. What's it to you?” Florence defiantly stared at Angela. She was confident that Angela wouldn't treat her the sway she treated James, hence her bold attitude.

“She won't intervene because you're not worth the effort.” A deep voice interrupted, ending the standoff between the two.

Florence pivoted and found Jonathan in her line of sight, his unwavering attention fixed on Angela, who met his gaze with a mix of intrigue and affection. The connection between them was palpable.

“Jonathan,” Angela's voice rang out, deliberate in its warmth, as she sought to showcase their bond before Florence.

| Like To Stare at Him 15 Free Cone A soft smile played on Angela's lips, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Jonathan, unfazed by Florence's presence, strode purposefully towards Angela, disregarding Florence entirely, “Shall we head home?” Jonathan's tone was gentle yet resolute as he reached Angela's side, their shared connection evident.

Florence, trailing behind them, couldn't contain her frustration. “Jonathan, after all this effort to find you, and you don’t even acknowledge me?” she protested. Jonathan spared her a fleeting glance, a hint of sarcasm in his response. However, he remained focused on Angela, dismissing Florence with practiced indifference.

Jonathan wrapped his arm around Angela's waist as they stepped into the elevator, sharing a brief embrace before the doors slid open once more. With Oliver and the bodyguard in tow, they filled the confined space, leaving Florence stranded outside, obstructed by the imposing figures of the guards.

“Please, | need to get in!” Florence's frustration boiled over, her ire now directed towards Oliver and the entourage. Angela's voice, gentle yet firm, intervened, “Miss Shelton, the elevator is at capacity. You'll have to wait for the next one.” “How can it be full with just four people? Jonathan, is this how you treat your guests?“. Florence’s accusation hung in the air, met with Angela's serene smile. Angela's smile carried a hint of innocence as she remarked, “Isn't it full? It certainly appears that way to me. Right, Jonathan?” Jonathan's smirk conveyed a sense of amusement as he indulged her, saying, “Yes, indeed. It's full.” Undeterred, Florence made another attempt to halt the elevator's descent, only to have her arm firmly grasped by another vigilant bodyguard. With a smooth motion, the doors closed, sealing off any chance of interference.

Even as the elevator carried them away, Angela couldn't resist stealing glances at Florence's escalating frustration, finding a strange satisfaction in the sight.

Pleased with Jonathan's playful cooperation, Angela felt a warm glow of contentment wash over her as she reflected on their shared moment.

Concerned for her well-being, Jonathan's gentle voice broke through the tension, “Are you okay?" Angela shook her head with a reassuring smile. “I'm fine.” With Oliver standing steadfastly beside her, Angela felt shielded from any harm, especially when confronted by individuals like James and Florence. Jonathan's smile echoed her sentiment. “That's good.” As they ascended, the atmosphere inside the elevator remained both harmonious and tense. Florence's futile attempts to break free from the bodyguard’s grasp only added to the tension, a silent reminder of the brewing conflict that lay ahead.

After the elevator descended, her arm was finally released, and she raised her hand as if to L [e] 2/3 Chapter strike someone.

The bodyguard blocked her, but Florence cursed, “How dare you stop me? Just wait and see!” Spencer appeared at the opportune moment, looking nonchalant as he asked, “Is Miss Shelton causing trouble on our turf?”

. “ Florence coldly replied, “I cto see Jonathan, and your people are stopping me! Who's causing trouble here? I think it's him.” Spencer : Low innocently said, “Those are not my " people. They belong to Jon.” The bodyguard, expressionless, said, “Miss Shelton, | apologize for the previous offense, but stopping you was indeed Mr.

Lawson's intention.” Florence's expression darkened, and she was about to say something when Spencer interjected, “Jon and his wife have already left. Why don't you go and protect them?” Upon hearing this, the bodyguard nodded at Spencer and then walked past Florence to wait for the elevator.

Feeling completely ignored, Florence was about to explode, but then she heard Spencer say, “Miss Shelton, are you looking for someone to chat with? How about chatting with me?”

He deliberately misunderstood Florence's intent to meet Jonathan, hoping to agitate her into leaving, Yet, to his surprise, Florence simply looked at him and said, “Sure. Let's ” , .

talk.” Spencer's smile faltered, but Florence felt immensely satisfied.

Observing Spencer's hesitation, she took charge and suggested, “Lead the way. Let's talk in your office.” Unable to reach Jonathan and with Spencer's approach, she decided to play along and enjoy herself.

Regretting the absence of allies, she entertained the thought of at least giving Spencer a minor scare.

Met with her suspicious gaze, Spencer proposed, “The office is a mess. Let's chat in the meeting room.” Unable to bring her to his office, he aimed to exchange a few words and send her on her way. Florence agreed, heading to the meeting room.

Reluctantly following, Spencer hoped to glean some information about the Shelton Family from their conversation, which was not an entirely unwelcome prospect.

As Florence impulsively agreed to chat with Spencer, she also considered probing him about Jonathan. Consequently, their conversation veered off course. After a few exchanges, Spencer interjected, “Miss Shelton, I'm rather busy today. How about we chat another time?”