Chapter 1121:


    After Leona and Naomi calmed down, they bid farewell to Christina.


    “Drive safe,” Christina reminded.


    “Next time, I’ll treat you to a meal,” Leona replied.


    “Christina, you have toe,” Naomi chimed in, her admiration for Christina only growing deeper.


    Christina’s lips curved in a warm smile. “Of course, I’ll be there.”


    After watching the two leave, Christina turned to head back when a voice she despised drifted over. “Christina.”


    Christina’s steps halted. Turning, she was met with the face she least wanted to see—Brendon.


    Christina’s patience snapped instantly. “Haven’t you learned your lesson yet?”


    “Christina, let’s not fight anymore. There’s no need for hostility between us,” Brendon said, his eyes flicking toward the garden, searching. He wanted to catch a glimpse of the man rumored to be with her. If he hadn’t owned property in Bayview Estates, he never would have had the chance to step into the neighborhood at all.


    Christina’s gaze was sharp, her voice colder. “As long as you don’t provoke me, I won’t do anything to you.”


    “Thene to my wedding and take Bethel with you,” Brendon suggested.


    Christina’s jaw tightened. So that was it. Not sincerity—not regret. Just a ploy to avoid Ynda bing aughingstock. He hade here not for her, but to persuade Bethel to attend the wedding. Her reply cut like ice. “I won’t go to your wedding. And I won’t force Bethel into anything she dislikes. Drop the idea already.”


    Brendon’s expression twisted. “Christina, how can you be so cruel? After the three years of marriage we shared—”


    “Enough.” Christina’s voice sliced through his protest. “If you have nothing else to say, then get lost.”


    Seeing her temper re, Brendon stepped closer, lowering his tone to feigned humility. “Don’t be angry. I was wrong, Christina.”


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    She red. “Are you leaving or not?”


    “I’ll go,” Brendon said quickly, and then deliberately softened his tone. “But I’m so thirsty… Can’t I at leaste in for a ss of water?”


    Once inside her ce, he nned to linger until her man returned, then make a scene, asserting his position as her ex-husband. He wanted trouble—he wanted drama. He wanted that man to break up with Christina.


    “No.” Her rejection was instant, absolute.


    Brendon hadn’t expected her to be so ruthless, cutting off every avenue. His voice grew desperate. “Christina, I’ve apologized already. What else do you want? Just tell me—what can I do so you’ll stop hating me?”


    Christina’s eyes were like frost. “It’s simple. Disappear. Don’t ever show up in front of me again.”