Rory didn’t have the patience to deal with Aiken’s questions. “Get the fuck out!”
Without waiting for a response, he stormed off and locked himself in his study, leaving Aiken outside.
“What a prick!”
Aiken shook his head helplessly and trotted over to the door of Rory’s study, only to find that he was locked out.
Aiken touched his nose sulkily. Thinking about the way Rory treated him just now, Aiken didn’t have the courage to knock at the door again.
At a loss, Aiken sighed, turned around, and left.
Just as Aiken started the car, a thought suddenly occurred to him. “Does Rory regret divorcing Becky?”
A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
If that was the case, it would be really funny.
But he didn’t dare to ask Rory this question. He had learned his lesson already.
With a snort, Aiken sped off.
Hearing the sound of the car starting, Rory, who was sitting on the sofa of his study, slowly opened his eyes.
After Aiken left, the villa became quiet once more, but Aiken’s question kept echoing in Rory’s ears.
Indeed, why did he go to Becky’s apartment?
Even Rory himself didn’t know the answer to this question. Last night, Raina had a high fever, so he kept her company until midnight. On his way back home, he subconsciously passed by Becky’s apartment building.
Becky’s apartment building was located downtown. At two o’clock in the morning, he parked his car on the side of the road. From the car window, he looked up at the apartment building where Becky lived in pensive silence.
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