Divorced CEO's Forgotten Wife Strikes Back (Riley and Bryce) novel Chapter 243

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Chapter 243 The Worst Luck

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Maybe it was insecurity–the fear that her feelings weren’t as deep as his, that she might walk away if things got difficult.

“Then just love me more,” Sebastian whispered, his voice raw with vulnerability.

His raspy voice was an irresistible temptation, and Riley felt herself sinking into it, surrendering completely to its pull.

Lara was jolted awake early the next morning by the sound of the doorbell.

God, who on earth is ringing the bell this early!

Still half–asleep, she dragged herself out of bed, eyelids battling to stay open.

How much had she and Vince actually drunk last night?

What started as keeping Vince company while he drank turned into something more. She’d meant to take just a few sips, but one drink led to another until the room was spinning for both of them. By the time she managed to get Vince back to his apartment, she could barely keep herself steady.

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Lara stumbled to the door and pulled it open. “Who is it!”

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The handsome, familiar guy who greeted her made her mind go completely blank!

Shawn!

What the hell…

Is this a hallucination?

At that thought, Lara rubbed her eyes hard, then slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

“Who was that?” Vince’s voice called out from behind her.

Lara froze and turned to see Vince walking toward her. Her mind was struggling to catch up.

Why was Vince here? Hadn’t she taken him back to his place last night?

“Who’s at the door?” Vince asked, rubbing his temples. Drowsiness still lingered in his gaze.

Before Lara could answer, the doorbell rang again, sharp and

insistent.

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That was enough to finally clear some of the fog from her head.

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She finally realized she was in Vince’s apartment, not her own.

Did she take Vince home last night and then just pass out here instead of going back to her own place?

Seeing that Lara wasn’t moving, Vince simply reached past her and opened the door.

Outside stood Shawn, his face a thunderous mask. His eyes swept over Vince, who was dressed in a rumpled pair of pajamas, and then to Lara, whose clothes were in a state of disarray. His expression turned murderous.

“Well, it seems I’ve interrupted something!”

Lara swayed on her feet, nearly knocking her head against the wall.

Vince, however, quickly said, “Nothing happened between us! Don’t you dare try to pin something on me that isn’t true!”

“Nothing happened?” Shawn’s gaze shifted coldly to Lara.

Lara nodded frantically. “Don’t worry. Even if I were desperate for a man, I would never, ever go for your nephew.”

She didn’t have a death wish. With Vince’s temperament, Riley was, the only one who could handle him!

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If it were her, she’d probably end up in the hospital every other day.

Shawn’s expression eased slightly. He walked into the apartment and looked directly at Lara. “What are you doing here?”

“Why should I tell you?” Lara snapped, annoyed.

“You don’t have to,” Shawn said calmly. “But I’d have reason to suspect you of having ulterior motives. Don’t blame me if the cops show up later asking questions.”

Lara nearly choked on her own breath. The thought of Shawn’s identity as a lawyer, not to mention his undefeated track record, made her decide to swallow her pride and confess!

“Vince was drunk yesterday, so I brought him home. And I ended up sleeping here too.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, both men’s expressions shifted at once.

Shawn’s expression grew even darker.

Vince, who had just taken a swig of water from the fridge, spat it all out!

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“Slept here? In the same bed?” Shawn raised an eyebrow. Vince’s apartment only had one bedroom and one bed!

Lara blinked. She honestly wasn’t sure.

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She had woken up in a bed, but at the time, she hadn’t noticed Vince at all, assuming she was in her own home.

So, where did Vince sleep?

Lara’s eyes darted toward Vince.

Instantly, Shawn’s gaze followed hers, landing squarely on Vince’s face.

Vince stared back speechlessly at them, who were now both looking at him for answers!

“Did you sleep together?” Shawn’s voice was ice.

“Where did you sleep last night?” Lara asked at the same time.

“Damn it all, knowing you two is the worst luck I could possibly have!” Vince snapped, thoroughly exasperated. No one ever dared to use that kind of interrogating tone with him.

But here he was, stuck with Shawn on one side and Riley’s best friend on the other.

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He couldn’t exactly grab them and beat them up.

“Lara, you have the nerve to ask me that?” Vince fumed, “I was drunk last night! You were the one who brought me home, and now you’re asking a drunk person where he slept? What the hell!” He bit back an even angrier curse.

Shawn turned his sharp gaze back to Lara. “Did you drive drunk?”

“No, no! I got a designated driver,” she said quickly. The moment she answered, she cursed herself internally. What was wrong with her? Why did she feel like she was back in elementary school, being questioned by the teacher?

“Then where did you dump Vince in the room yesterday?” Shawn pressed.

Lara genuinely had no answer to that. Her gaze, once again, drifted helplessly toward Vince.

At that moment, Vince felt a very real urge to throw Lara out the window.

But Shawn had already closed the distance between them, standing directly in front of him. “Vince, you’d better give me a clear answer. Did you sleep with her? And where did you

sleep?”