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    His thoughts were a tangled mess, consumed by memories of how kind and good Christina had been to him during their three-year marriage. How had he let such an incredible woman leave? Looking back, all the little things about her that had annoyed him when they were married now seemed like wonderful qualities.


    He didn’t know how long he had waited, but the pile of cigarette butts at his feet grew, and his nerves were fraying.


    Just as he was about to try every conceivable way to contact her, a bright orange sports car appeared down the street.


    Brendon instantly tossed away his cigarette—not even bothering to stub it out—and rushed to stand in front of the car.


    As it came to a stop, he approached. There she was, just as he had hoped: Christina.


    “Christina! You’re finally back. I’ve been waiting here forever. I really need to talk to you,” he said urgently, hurrying to the driver’s side window, his eyes desperate.


    In Brendon’s eyes, she seemed wrapped in a soft, radiant light, stunningly beautiful and captivating.


    Christina immediately caught the strong scent of alcohol on him, her brows knitting tightly.


    “Have you been drinking?” She lifted a hand to cover her nose, her eyes filled with clear disgust.


    The smell of alcohol was unpleasant on anyone, buting from someone she disliked, it turned her stomach.


    “Just a bit,” Brendon admitted, looking somewhat abashed.


    Seeing her disgust, he quickly lowered his head to sniff his shirt. It didn’t smell that strong to him. He wondered why she was so repulsed.


    A wave of dejection hit him. The alcohol amplified his emotions, making the ache in his heart feel raw and acute.


    “Move aside. I need to go inside,” Christina said, her expressionpletely nk.


    “Christina, please. Just give me a minute. I promise it won’t take long. I really need to speak with you,” Brendon pleaded, gripping the car window frame, his breath heavy with alcohol.


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    “Fine. Say what you need to say,” Christina replied, her frown deepening. She clearly wanted him to speak quickly and leave.


    “Could you… get out of the car? I want to give you something,” Brendon asked, lowering his voice and giving her a small, hopeful smile.


    His original n had been to wait until Dn backed Christina into a corner, forcing her toe to him, admit her mistakes, and beg for his help.


    But the alliance between the Millers and Hubbards had shattered that scheme. Now he was afraid she might turn to Elliott or Robin instead. So here he was, swallowing his pride and trying to mend things himself.


    He genuinely believed that after he had humbled himself like this, she would let go of her anger.


    She had loved him so deeply—he was convinced that if he just offered a proper apology, set his pride aside, and pleaded a little, she would absolutely take him back.


    “Just say what you need to say, quickly. I’m tired and I need to go home,” Christina said, her voice thick with impatience.


    Brendon felt a sharp sting of embarrassment, but he managed an awkward chuckle instead of getting angry. Even in her irritation, she looked incredibly beautiful.


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