Better Late, But Never His Again novel Chapter 176

Hazel absolutely believed it, but she acted as though she hadn't heard a word. She turned to Nellie. "Nellie, since we have to wait anyway, let's go browse somewhere else. No rush to leave now."

Nellie smiled and agreed, linking her arm through Hazel's as they turned to leave. Chloe immediately stepped into their path, spreading her arms wide to block them.

"Where do you think you're going? Are you scared? Julian is on his way, running won't save you now!"

She stared at Hazel, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Hazel, if you really don't want a divorce, there is one other option."

Hazel paused and looked at her. "What option?"

Chloe smirked, a vicious light flashing in her eyes. "Beg for my mercy and apologize right now. Tell me you were wrong to convince me to stay abroad, that you regret it deeply, and maybe even slap yourself a few times."

Hazel stared at her as if she were looking at a complete stranger, as if she had never known her at all.

To hear this girl demand she beg and humiliate herself was truly ironic.

"You're delusional," Hazel replied, her lips curving into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "I will never regret my choices."

Chloe's face flushed bright red with rage, her knuckles turning white from how tightly she was clenching her fists. "Just wait until Julian gets here. You'll regret it!"

Hazel didn't waste another second engaging with her. She pulled Nellie along and walked straight into the neighboring boutique.

Chloe stood frozen, her arms crossed, glaring until their figures disappeared through the doorway of the next store.

With a frustrated huff, she spun around and stormed back to the cash register. Evelyn was standing amidst the scattered clothes, gazing down at the champagne dress.

Right then, a familiar voice caught her attention.

"Could you stop following me? You gave me blood, sure, but didn't I already pay you for it?"

Hazel turned around. Gideon Garrison was standing in the middle of the aisle not far away, his hands stuffed into his hoodie pockets, head tilted in deep annoyance as he glared at the person beside him.

A girl with a high ponytail was standing next to him, standing on her tiptoes trying to reach a hat on the top shelf. Hearing his complaint, she turned her head and stared back at him with absolute confidence.

"But your mom told me to stick to you like glue! I have to make sure you don't pass out so I can give you a transfusion right away."

The girl's voice was crisp and fast, every word firing off like a perfectly rehearsed comeback. Gideon was left speechless, his brows knotted together in deep frustration.