Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 487

Chapter 487 That’d Be Degrading to You

The woman was doing a crappy job of hiding her lack of confidence. “We’re not, like, speaking anymore!”

“But you didn’t say the two of you are divorced, did you? Why wouldn’t you answer the question?”

The woman’s indignance turned into rage. “Who the f*ck are you? Why are you getting in between our business?”

“No, Miss McKinnon’s completely right.” Hoyt suddenly spoke up. Frigidness had shadowed his face.” Selma, are you and Mr. Sach split?”

Selma could not answer him. As her silence grew, Hoyt’s cold suspicion turned into a scowl undergirded by quiet disappointment. “Now, what? You just want to have it both ways, don’t you? Make me your side- chick, or whatever the h*ll you call it?” 1

“I’m not trying to make you a side-anything!”

“Then explain why you’re asking us to start over when you’re not completely split from Mr. Sach!”

“I just want to be with you, okay?” Selma cried in frustration. Her eyes were red. “Yes, we aren’t divorced, so what? We were supposed to be together! The thing that stopped us was your poverty. My parents wouldn’t let me marry you because you’re poor, so we didn’t!

“Do you really think I’m happy to be some 50-year-old man’s wife!? If only you could be an entrepreneur, industrialist, or…”

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She burst into frantic tears. Hoyt’s indignance and ire slowly subsided into helpless guilt. “Look, I’m sorry I wasn’t a better man for you. But all that is in the past now, okay? The only thing we should do now is to look forward and move on.”

“You’re asking me… to move on? Why, because of her!?” She snapped, exasperated, and trained a finger at Deirdre. “You’re unbelievable! Did she charm you with voodoo, or are you that down-bad, huh? You’re not honestly thinking I’m anywhere lesser than her, are you!?”

“Enough, Selma!” Hoyt cast his eyes to the floor. “You don’t understand. I think… I think we should never see each other again.”

Selma showed no sign of backing down or disengaging. She was about to throw another tantrum when Deirdre suddenly broke her own silence. “Excuse me, but where were you when Hoyt was kneeling outside your house that day and night?”

The young woman froze.

“You must have been at home when it happened, right? Maybe even in the living room, watching him scraping his knees outside, waiting and waiting for you to come to see him. You saw him faint from fatigue and didn’t even feel anything about it.