Second Marriage to Mr. Rich (Ned Fletcher) novel Chapter 165

Ned stormed out and slammed the door behind him.

Sherryn furrowed her brows. She wrapped her cloak tighter around her in irritation before storming upstairs to her room.

Ned's mind was haunted by Sherryn's words from their morning phone call with Gregory. He could hear Angeline's voice in the background. Specific images in his mind became vivid as he drove with one hand on the steering wheel.

When they were just starting high school and went through military training with another school, a boy from the other school confessed his feelings to Angeline. Ned had hit the boy without a second thought.

Angeline then took him to the infirmary to tend to the wound at the corner of his mouth.

In his memory, Angeline had her hair in two braids, and the sunlight streamed through the window, highlighting her exceptionally fair and delicate features. She had gently dabbed at his wound with a cotton swab and blew on it lightly. The sight of Angeline's plump, rosy lips had impulsively driven Ned to kiss her lightly.

The soft, fragrant sensation on his lips had jolted him back to reality. He had grabbed his camouflage jacket and scrambled out of the infirmary.

He also remembered how Angeline always managed to secure the top spot in every exam while he lingered at the bottom.

Standing before the score bulletin, Angeline would always look for his score first with her hair in a high ponytail. She accepted congratulations with a calm detachment but would light up with a smile at his improvement, encouraging him to keep it up for the next exam.

Ned recalled Zachary sighing and saying, "Angeline scored 300 in the science comprehensive exam because the test was out of 300! We're not the same..."

Ned's brows furrowed as he lightly touched his lips and recalled the memory of Angeline's touch and the sensation of his heart racing, making him lose control.

He even remembered the slight feeling of inferiority he had felt back then. He felt unworthy of Angeline, who excelled in everything she did. Despite his efforts, he could never catch up to her.

He slammed his hands against the steering wheel and pulled over. He clutched his chest as a pain that was nearly suffocating washed over him. His mind replayed the day he ran into Angeline in the elevator.

A man's coat draped over her arm, and she mentioned she was going to pick up her husband. The pain in his heart intensified, leaving him struggling for breath.

Ned clutched at his chest while his forehead was covered in sweat, as countless voices of Angeline echoed in his mind.