Stop It, She’s Remarrying!

Chapter 86

She walked on the streets and finally saw a shop that had a public phone. She called Eileen.

“Eileen, are you busy?”

Eileen was having dinner and she looked at the man opposite the candlelight before asking in a low voice, “Why aren’t you in bed? It’s already so late.”

“No…” Fia took a deep breath. “I don’t want to go home. I don’t know where to go.”

“You fought with that sorry excuse of a man?” Eileen’s voice subconsciously raised. “Tell me where you are right now. I’ll pick you up!”

As soon as she hung up, she stood up and took her purse. What she did entered the man’s deep eyes.

She said awkwardly, “Boss, my best friend fought with her husband and she has nowhere to go. I have to go pick her up.”

“Your best friend?”

“Yes. My only one.”

That man burst out a laugh. “If I remember, he’s Conrad’s little wife, right?”

“Yes, that’s her.” Eileen forced out a smile. She was worried that he would go crazy and stop her from going.

“Go,” the man said, and wiped his mouth with a napkin. When she saw Eileen already walking away impatiently, he followed suit.

“What are you doing, boss?” Eileen had just left the restaurant when the man held her wrist.

The man’s hand then went down and caught her hand.

“It’s getting late. I’ll go with you.”

Eileen laughed awkwardly as she used her other free hand to push the sunglasses up and adjusted her mask. “There’s no need for that, right? It won’t be good if the reporters shot us together.”

“You don’t trust my driving skills?” Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Eileen remembered how fast he could drive just for the sake of losing the paparazzi.

He had even forced a paparazzi into an accident once.

“Or are you lying to me?” The man’s thin lips tightened as he clenched her hand tightly.

Eileen gritted her teeth. “Then thank you, boss.”

About ten minutes later, a black Lincoln suddenly stopped by the road. The gust of air that came with it almost made Fia lose her balance.

“Fia!” Eileen stepped down from the Lincoln and ran toward Fia, helping her comb her messy hair.

“Why are you walking all alone on the streets in the middle of the night? What if you run into robbers?”

Fia let out a lonely smile. “I was thinking of something, Eileen.”

“What is it?”

Fia closed her eyes and whispered, “Will he cry for me if I die some day?”

“What are you talking about?!” Eileen held Fia in her arms. “Come on, get into our car. I’ll take Eileen then pulled Fia into the back seat and ordered, “Please send us home.”

“Where to?” the man asked intentionally.

Eileen gritted her teeth and said, “Bellwood Hills.”

“Sure,” the man said with a smile.

Fia tried to look at the man in the driver’s seat, but she couldn’t see his face.

He looked familiar.

Forty minutes later, the car stopped at a mansion with a garden in Bellwood Hills.

“Isn’t the house you bought in the city center?”

you

home!”

Eileen then said awkwardly, “I bought this property that’s close to the countryside recently so that the paparazzi would stop stalking me.”

“I see.” Fia instinctively glanced at the man in the driver’s seat and then quickly pulled Eileen out of the

car.

She thought that after they got out of the car, the driver would leave.

She didn’t expect him to push open the driver’s door and get out.

Finally seeing his face, her jaw dropped.

“You…”