The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 1330:

When Scarlette was a young girl, she hadn’t fully understood the meaning of his response, thinking he was simply reserved. Now, as an adult, she wished she could create a time machine, return to that year, and give this arrogant jerk a firm kick.

“Kenji, this is Scarlette,” Jaida said with a warm smile.

“It’s been years since you two last played together, hasn’t it?”

Kenji turned his gaze toward Scarlette.

Scarlette held back her complaints and flashed a charming smile.

“Kenji.”

From the very beginning, Kenji harbored nothing but disdain for Scarlette. The arranged marriage had planted the first seeds of resentment, but that was merely the beginning.

Unlike the demure young ladies of their social circle, who carried themselves with quiet grace, Scarlette was full of energy, her voice constantly chirping away like an untamed magpie. Her lack of social graces only made matters worse.

Kenji still remembered the incident at that child’s birthday party—Scarlette had swept in wearing an outfit so magnificent that it reduced the birthday girl to tears. Scarlette wore her triumph like a crown, unbothered by the tears she had caused.

Every single thing about Scarlette seemed precision-engineered to scrape against Kenji’s nerves. Even now, as she sat there wearing a smile as sweet as fresh cream cake, her eyes sparkled with what he knew to be pure artifice.

Kenji couldn’t bring himself to return even a fraction of that sweetness, managing only the barest nod of acknowledgment.

To Scarlette, this was just another example of his insufferable arrogance.

Once the formalities concluded, Ellis extended a courteous dinner invitation to Caden’s family, as protocol demanded.

It wasn’t until they were safely ensconced in their car that Jaida finally let her carefully maintained facade crumble.noveldrama

“Such a wonderful young woman, and now we’ll lose her to another family,” she sighed heavily. When Scarlette had casually mentioned her college romance, Jaida had felt her carefully constructed plans crashing down around her. Kenji cast a sideways glance at his mother.

“Indeed, the cancellation of the engagement should warrant a celebration.”

Jaida was speechless.

Later that evening, Kenji’s phone buzzed with an invitation from a friend to christen a newly opened bar. Riding high on the wave of his newfound freedom, he readily accepted.

By the time Kenji arrived, twilight had painted the sky in deep purples. He’d shed his daytime propriety along with two buttons of his crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal well-defined arms. The bar’s intimate lighting caught the angles of his face, transforming his usual reserved demeanor into something more dangerous and alluring. While his companions reveled in increasingly boisterous celebration, Kenji remained on an island of calm, nursing his drink in contemplative silence.

Just then, a well-dressed man approached, curiosity evident in his tone.

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