Tonight Her Love Ended novel Chapter 238

Meanwhile, at the hospital.

Chuck and Kieran arrived one after the other. Tristan hadn't shown up yet.

Yvette accepted the flowers and took a delicate sniff. "You didn't have to bring flowers, just visiting me is enough! They smell wonderful. Stargazer Lilies are my favorite... I can't believe you remembered."

Chuck nodded. "As long as you like them."

Just as he spoke, Chuck's phone buzzed. After listening to whatever was said on the other end, he replied, "Keep digging. I want her contact information."

Yvette looked confused. "What's going on?"

Kieran chimed in. "He bumped into a woman on the road, and she wouldn't take his money or his contact info. Chuck is hooked. She must be gorgeous, right?"

Chuck didn't react to Kieran's teasing. He admitted it openly. "I am a bit intrigued. She's exactly my type. Very beautiful."

Years ago, when he almost drowned, Yvette was the one who had pulled him out. When he later discovered she was his savior, he developed a deep admiration for her bravery and kindness, as well as a certain level of affection.

But once Yvette became Tristan's woman, he naturally backed off. He would never make a move on a brother's girl, and his feelings for her were never strong enough to steal her anyway.

But the woman he met today was entirely different.

Yvette's expression cooled slightly, her tone carefully neutral.

"You should be careful. Don't fall into a trap. Some women these days have absolutely no shame. They'll do anything to climb the social ladder. And doesn't it seem just a little too coincidental that you 'happened' to hit her? It sounds like she set the whole thing up."

Men like Tristan were the absolute apex of the elite.

But Chuck and Kieran were also top-tier golden bachelors, highly coveted by many and prime targets for strategic marriages.

Kieran hadn't seen the woman, but he agreed with Yvette. "She's got a point. Look at Nova—Tristan is as sharp as they come, and even he got played by her. We have to keep our guard up. Who knows what kind of scheming gold-digger she might be!"

Yvette nodded in agreement.

She kept the rest of her thoughts to herself: *Beautiful? Please. It's probably all plastic surgery.*

Hadn't there been exposés about those "socialite bootcamps" where women got surgery specifically to trap rich men?

Chuck's face remained impassive, giving Yvette no clue to his actual thoughts.

She was thoroughly displeased.

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