Second Marriage to Mr. Rich (Ned Fletcher)

Chapter 58

Ned hadn’t officially divorced Angeline when he dated Ingrid.

The attention to “The Family Search” program was irresistible. Moreover, the most recent episode garnered much attention, especially with the recording presented at the end of the last episode. It had caused the fanfare to skyrocket.

However, until now, nobody connected Angeline to the incident four years ago, where Ingrid was criticized online. Even if someone did, it was quickly buried by other comments.

Ned thought that perhaps Sean had someone stifle it.

Anne had pushed Ingrid four years ago. If this event became public knowledge, people wouldn’t believe it was an accident. Then, Anne would be in the spotlight.

Angeline and Sean definitely wouldn’t want to see that happen.

Ned became more troubled as he thought about Angeline. Since discovering that the medicine Tommy gave Angeline wasn’t the truth serum, he’d been wondering if he had made love to Angeline that night.

He had no idea because he couldn’t remember anything. As time slipped away, Ned drifted into sleep with mixed emotions. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

The chilly winter breeze drifted through the partly shut window of the warm room, softly caressing Ned’s nose and lengthy eyelashes.

Ned’s hand under his head twitched slightly as he slept.

In his dream, he saw Angeline’s sleeping profile with her head resting on her papers. He couldn’t help but brush aside strands of her hair. As he restrained his heavy breaths, he slowly lowered his head toward her face. The faint scent of gardenia made his heart race.

He could clearly examine her long and dense eyelashes. He blushed immediately as he touched

her delicate and cold nose with his.

Staring at her rosy lips, he tightened his grip on the chair’s armrest and swallowed hard. His eyelashes fluttered nervously. Just as Ned was about to kiss Angeline, her eyes suddenly

opened.

The constant chirping of cicadas could be heard from outside the window as the faint hum of the air conditioner filled the room.

Their eyes met. Ned’s brain turned into mush as his heart pounded wildly. He jerked his head up and raced downstairs wordlessly.

All he could hear was his racing heartbeat.

A sudden bang sounded.

The wind blew open the ward window, causing it to slam loudly against the wall. Ned’s snapped open as his heart continued to thump into reality.

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With heavy breaths, he stared at the open window and felt thirsty. He wondered if that scene was simply a dream or if it did happen.

Ned couldn’t deny the confusion and infatuation in his dream. The feelings were far stronger than anything he’d experienced. He’d never felt anything like that since losing his memory.

As he got up, Ned clutched his throbbing head and closed his eyes, trying to recall the dream. He seemed to have a surge of emotion when Angeline’s eyes opened in his dream.

His phone rang out suddenly. It jolted Ned back to reality. Noticing it was a call from Ingrid, he subdued the strange and intense sentiment he harbored toward Angeline.

After composing himself, he answered the phone, “Baby, is your foot feeling better now?”

“You don’t have to worry about me. Twisting the ankle while wearing high heels is common. It was fine after icing it last night. How about you? Does it still hurt today?” Ingrid asked with

concern.