They weren’t close, but they were hardly strangers either.
Selena Sinclair looked at him, asking with a hint of confusion, “Mr.
Yates, when did you get back in the country?”
“Hop in.
I’ll take you for a spin.
It’s been so long since I’ve seen you.
I’m asking you out; you’re not going to turn me down, are you?!”
Selena Sinclair thought for a moment, then said awkwardly, “You’re too kind, but I have some things to take care of, so I probably don’t have time to go out with you.”
Sylas Vaughn stared intently in their direction, replaying what Aaron Yates had told him a couple of days ago.
‘Is this guy really planning to go after Selena?’
With that thought, he instinctively pulled out his phone, ready to call Aaron Yates.
Meanwhile, the moment Aaron Yates saw the number on his caller ID, he hung up without a second thought.
“Miss Sinclair, we’re old acquaintances.
Your…
ex-husband is my brother, after all.
You’re not worried I’m going to eat you alive, are you?” Aaron Yates propped his elbow on the car window, one leg crossed over the other, his tone tinged with amusement.
Hearing him deliberately draw out the word “ex-husband,” Selena Sinclair felt a knot of discomfort in her stomach.
They say you don’t mess with a friend’s wife.
Now that she was divorced, did he think a friend’s ex-wife was fair game?
It seemed he wasn’t going to back down easily unless she got in his car.
Sylas Vaughn rolled down his window.
Selena Sinclair, standing on the steps, found her gaze drawn to the light reflecting off the window of the car across the street.
How long had that man been sitting there silently?
And she hadn’t even realized that was his car.
Selena Sinclair stared blankly for a moment.
Her eyes fell on his somewhat cold face, and her heart gave an inexplicable tremble.
Seeing a peculiar emotion in his eyes, her heart couldn’t help but tighten.
An idea for a little revenge popped into Selena Sinclair’s head.
So, she blinked a few times and, feigning nonchalance, walked around and got into Aaron Yates’s car.
Seeing this, Aaron Yates chuckled and deliberately reached out, lightly draping his arm around her shoulder.
Before Selena Sinclair could react, the car started smoothly and drove off into the distance.
As the car accelerated, Selena Sinclair quickly shrugged off his hand and deliberately moved aside, putting distance between them.
“Mr.
Yates, please have some self-respect.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to!” He nervously pulled his hand back, placing it on his lap and rubbing his hands together anxiously.
Sylas Vaughn’s expression was absolutely livid.
In the driver’s seat, Julian Ford had been watching Sylas the entire time, his gaze never leaving the rearview mirror.
Julian Ford had never seen his boss with such an expression.
The thought that Aaron Yates actually had the guts to pursue Selena Sinclair made Julian Ford feel a sliver of admiration.
This was a blatant provocation, testing the very limits of Sylas Vaughn’s patience.
“Mr.
Yates, when did you get back in the country?”
Selena Sinclair took the initiative to ask, hoping to break the awkward atmosphere.
“Weren’t you deeply in love with Sylas Vaughn, Miss Sinclair?
How did you end up getting divorced so quietly?” Aaron Yates asked, feigning indifference.
He knew the intricacies of their relationship like the back of his hand.
For some reason, though he already knew the answer, he still had to pretend to ask.
Selena Sinclair pressed her lips together.
“You of all people should know who Sylas Vaughn truly loves, right?”
“I’ll help you prove it.
I’ll let you see for yourself who Sylas Vaughn really loves!”
Aaron Yates stroked his chin, his expression profound.
Although he had been abroad for three years and didn’t know the specifics of what had happened between Selena Sinclair and Sylas Vaughn, he was very close with Hannah Hayes.
When they were both in Ardane, they often got together when they had nothing else to do.
Selena Sinclair, by contrast, had always been alone in the country.
Sylas Vaughn was constantly traveling back and forth between the two places, so Aaron had grown used to it.
Selena Sinclair rested her chin in her hands, her head leaning against the car window.
Beside her, Aaron Yates’s phone was ringing nonstop.
She casually glanced at his arrogant face.
Seeing his brow furrow slightly, she couldn’t help but ask, “Mr.
Yates, you whisked me away right in front of Sylas Vaughn, and now you don’t dare answer his calls?”
He smiled faintly.
“Miss Sinclair, what do you think your ex-husband is calling me about so persistently?”
Selena Sinclair was at a loss for words.
Soon after, the car came to a steady stop in a corner of a bustling commercial district.
Selena Sinclair pushed open the car door and got out.
As the window slowly rolled down, Aaron Yates leaned out and waved goodbye.
“See you!
Good luck.”
Selena Sinclair brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead and stuck her hands in her pockets.
The wind whipped her hair about as she glanced at him sideways before turning and walking away.
Aaron Yates’s car drove away from her at a leisurely pace.
The wind felt exceptionally cold today, stinging her face.
Standing by the road, she couldn’t help but pull her coat tighter.
Then, a text came from Claire Cameron, telling her she had boarded the plane.
Selena Sinclair turned off her phone and continued to wait by the roadside for a response to the call she had just made.
Not far away, a black sedan was parked quietly.
Julian Ford gripped the steering wheel.
He glanced at Sylas Vaughn’s calm face in the rearview mirror and cautiously suggested, “Sir, should we invite Miss Sinclair into the car to get out of the cold?”
Selena Sinclair’s eyes darted around.
She rubbed her hands together, a chill seeming to rise from within her.
Sylas Vaughn thought of Selena Sinclair’s dismissive attitude just now, and a cold glint appeared in his eyes.
After several minutes, an unremarkable black sedan pulled up in front of her.
“Miss Sinclair!” The man got out, opened her door, and said politely.
But it was less a courtesy and more a roundabout way of rushing her into the car.
Selena Sinclair sized him up, recognized him as a driver from the Sinclair Family, and with a simple acknowledgment, opened the door and got in.
Inside the car, Selena Sinclair was silent the entire way, while the driver occasionally glanced at her in the rearview mirror.
He marveled internally.
Three years ago, this young lady had been so determined to marry into the Vaughn Family, yet now she was just as determined to leave it.
Selena Sinclair seemed to sense his curiosity and took the initiative to ask, “Has the Sinclair Family been doing all right lately?”
She recalled her father’s tone during their last phone call; Zachary Sinclair must have been furious with his daughter.
The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror before replying, “The boss hasn’t been in good health recently.
He’s lost a lot of weight because of matters at the Sinclair Group.”
It was easy to imagine.
For a man like her father, he would be deeply affected by the slightest trouble at the Sinclair Group.
「Sinclair Villa.」
When Selena Sinclair stepped out of the car, not a single servant came out to greet her.
The tightly shut main gate seemed determined to draw a line between them.
Only when the driver pulled the car up to the entrance did the iron gate slowly swing open.
Selena Sinclair pushed the door open and went inside.
In the living room, Victoria Walsh and Fiona Sinclair were roaring with laughter at a variety show on TV.
The two of them were laughing heartily.
Seeing Selena Sinclair enter, Fiona Sinclair called out happily, “Sis, you’re back!”
Selena Sinclair looked at the warm scene, a bitter feeling stirring within her.