How I Remarry My Ex-Wife by Alvin Humphre

Chapter 44 

Seeing the situation, Quincey stopped asking questions and just exchanged a glance with Steven. However, he just shrugged, not saying anything 

Meanwhile, after helping the man out, Whitney quickly found a secluded corner. 

The man was really heavy, and she felt like if she did not deal with him soon, she would exhaust herself. 

“Hey, little beauty, are we there yet? Come, Daddy wants a kiss!” 

The drunk man continued, and she could not help but wonder if he was genuinely drunk or just pretending. “How could he remember that 

line so clearly?‘ she thought. 

“Sure!” she said, stepping forward and grabbing the man’s arm, executing a suplex. 

There was a loud bang as the man landed on the ground, and passed out. 

Clapping her hands, she said, “Do you even deserve to be called my daddy?” She even kicked the man once. 

With that settled, she straightened her clothes and sniffed her arm. It smelled of alcohol, making her nauseous. 

room 

Then she turned around as if nothing had happened, ready to return to her private ro 

However, just as she turned around, she was blocked by a tall figure. 

Looking up, she saw Finnegan staring at her in astonishment, likely having witnessed everything just now. 

“Whitney, it’s been a while since you haven’t come back. I was a bit worried about you, but now it seems my worries were unnecessary. Of course, I won’t have to worry about you being bullied outside anymore, after all- 

Finnegan did not finish his sentence and just smiled. Hearing his words, Whitney felt a bit embarrassed. Honestly, she did want to keep her talents hidden. 

However, since he had already found out, she would not finish him just to keep it a secret. 

She smiled, not answering him, and left immediately 

He watched her figure as she walked away. A smile gradually appeared on his face. She was becoming more and more interesting lake an irresistible game that one could not help but get drawn into 

It was only y the second time he had met her, but he felt like he was already falling for her. 

Back in her private room, Whitney sat down but had no appetite at all. However, she wanted to drink, especially after seeing Thiago’s eyes 

just now. 

She had seen the disdain and contempt in them. 

She laughed out of spite to herself. She never thought that he had viewed her in such a bad light, and that playgirl would always be his first crush. 

Thinking about it, she poured herself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp. 

However, one glass was not enough. She drank several more until Finnegan took the bottle away. 

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By now, she was still very sober, but she hated her tolerance for alcohol Why can’t I get drunk?” she thought. She wanted to hide away for a 

while too. 

However, no matter what, she would not show her vulnerable side. The Whitney Collins from when she got divorced had died at that moment. Now, she was truly herself 

Meanwhile, Finnegan, who was watching over her, frowned. He did not know what had just happened, but he could tell she was not in a good mood. 

Of course, he really hoped it was not because of him, but he knew it was not. 

“Everything went smoothly today. After eating and drinking, we should continue working to make sure this project ends perfectly,” he said, indicating that everyone else could leave.. 

So, everyone dispersed, and soon it was just him and Whitney left in the private room. 

“Let’s go, I’ll take you home,” he said casually, looking at her slightly flushed face, feeling a sudden impulse throughout his body. 

“It’s okay, I’ll just take a cab home, you’ve been drinking too, go home and rest,” Whitney said as she stood up. Perhaps because she stood up too quickly, her head spun a bit, and she almost lost her balance. 

Just as she thought she was about to fall, a large hand caught her. She immediately knew it was Finnegan. 

“You’re drunk, and if I don’t send you home, isn’t that too ungentlemanly of me? Besides, I’m driving, and your place is on the way back to mine!” he said, taking out his car keys and waving them in front of her 

“Don’t drink and drive, I don’t want to die with you!” Whitney teased, fueled by alcohol. 

“Who said I was drinking?” he said while looking smug 

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Indeed, he had not actually been drinking. It was all an act 

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did not know what he was up to, but she could not really refuse his offer now, so she agreed. 

The two of them left the hotel together, Finnegan went to get his car, and she waited at the entrance. In no time, he pulled up in a sports car 

in front of her. 

Finnegan remained the gentleman, opening the car door and gesturing for her to get in. 

Afterward, he carefully fastened her seatbelt. 

However, that series of actions was all seen by Thiago upstairs. 

His 

expression turned serious, and his gaze turned icy cold. The man downstairs was clearly not the same person as before, and Whitney’s relationship with him seemed quite unusual. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

“What are you looking at?” Steven came up, also leaning out to see what was so captivating 

However, when he saw what was happening downstairs, he was shocked. “Your ex–wife is quite something! It hasn’t been long, and she’s already seeing another man. But this one is much better than the previous one.” 

Steven said all that without thinking, completely unaware of Thiago’s increasingly darkening expression. 

“Thiago, what are you looking at?” Quincey appeared from nowhere, also looking down. 

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With just one glance, she recognized the person in the car. She was furious. 

All her accumulated anger burst forth. It turned out Thiago was staring at Whitney. 

‘That woman really had no idea of propriety. She had already divorced, yet she kept showing up in front of him, she thought. 

For Quincey, Thiago belonged to her, and she absolutely would not allow anyone, especially Whitney, to take him away. 

It was not until the car drove off that Thiago finally took his eyes off them. He looked at Steven and Quincey beside him, not saying a word, and just sat at the table drinking alone. He kept his presence low, deterring anyone from approaching 

In the car, Finnegan deliberately drove slowly. Whitney leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes to rest. 

He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, his eyes flickering. 

The girl beside him was bold, beautiful, and confident! 

Moreover, she was from the Greene family, a suitable match for him. Of course, he did not care much about those 

In his eyes, as long as he liked her, nothing else mattered. 

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the years, he had more or less dated some people, but none of them had given him the feeling that Whitney did now. 

She was the girl he had been looking for. 

The longer Finnegan stared, the stronger his feelings became. 

He wanted to speak up and tell her what he was thinking, but when he opened his mouth, he ultimately gave up. 

After all, he did not want her to think that he was taking advantage of her vulnerability. 

Throughout the journey, Whitney kept her eyes closed, seeming tired. Finnegan did not disturb her. Only when the car stopped did she slowly open her eyes.