Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 338

"Darn it!" Leda swatted away the hotdog she accidentally dropped on her shoulder, standing up straight and thankful she flicked her cigarette away in time.

Roseanne had to make a considerable effort to close her mouth, "Um... Leda, you forgot your bag..."

She had only come to deliver a bag, but what did she end up witnessing?

Leda cozying up to a guy, looking all close and intimate? And why did his silhouette seem so familiar?

The moment the two turned around, the mystery unraveled - it was York?!

So...This was the "collaborator" Leda mentioned?

Leda stepped forward, taking her bag: "Thanks, Anne! Coming all the way here late at night just to deliver my bag, you should head back, it's late, and not safe. I'll watch you go up to your apartment, just wave at me from the balcony, and then I'll leave."

"Sure."

Roseanne turned around and headed home.

She knew what Leda was like, seemingly carefree but always with a plan.

So, she didn't say much.

Sometimes, silence was the greatest form of respect between friends.

True to her word, Leda stood there until she saw Roseanne wave from the balcony, and only then did she feel at ease to leave.

"Wait... you took my car. Aren't you going to give me a lift?!" York caught up.

"We're not headed the same way, how could I give you a lift?"

York was speechless.

"Just call a cab, it won't cost much," she sincerely suggested. As she spoke, she revved the engine, counted down silently, then released the handbrake. The car shot out like an arrow.

York's voice was left far behind:

"Leda, your car was fixed, right? Why take mine?! Be careful, it's new, don't scratch it. I've barely driven it myself—"

However, his sacrifice saw Leda zooming past the financial district in his little Maserati the next day.