Flirted Wrong, Married Right Chapter 490: I’ve Had Enough

Soren Foster sat in the car downstairs of the hotel, idling through the night.

Sumr Monroe never ca out that night, nor did Matthew Sullivan. The lights in their room only went out just before dawn.

What happened was self-evident.

Soren lowered the car window to let the choking smoke inside the car dissipate, his dark eyes deep as the night.

He looked at the room for a long ti, then took out his phone and dialed a number.

After a while, a woman’s husky voice ca from the other end.

"Why... are you calling again?"

Soren lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, leaned back in his seat, his eyes vacant.

"Let’s et," Soren said slowly, "I have sothing to tell you."

By nightfall, Soren arrived at the eting place with Julia Lawrence.

It was the park opposite Julia’s house, where they supposedly first t.

Julia arrived wearing a rather heavy down jacket, her long hair tied back in a ponytail, but she did not look energetic at all.

She seed ill, with faint dark circles under her eyes making her fair skin appear paler, her eyes devoid of emotion, standing a few steps away from Soren, quietly observing him.

The dim yellow streetlights in the cold night of the park cast Soren as a striking figure, his face indifferent yet handso, outstanding like a painting from the Middle Ages.

Julia found that she could now calmly scrutinize him, much like she would appraise her oil painting back in school.

"Sit down," Soren looked up at her, his voice deep.

Julia walked over slowly, sat beside him, and through the streetlight, watched the slowly falling maple leaves, asking, "What do you want to say?"

Soren lit another cigarette, blowing smoke rings into the night breeze.

His gaze was empty, his tone monotone, "Evelyn Clayton sent a surveillance video of your conversation. What are you planning to do next?"

Julia remained calm, only the slight hoarseness in her voice revealed a bit of her unrest: "Wait, wait for my retribution to find ."

Soren let out a hasty laugh.

"Your retribution... so my retribution is coming too, isn’t it?" Soren lowered his eyelashes, the topic shift abrupt, "Julia, leave here."

Julia abruptly looked at him.

Soren felt her gaze but sohow didn’t dare to et her eyes, "I’ll give you so money. Take it and leave this city, go to any place you want, and don’t co back."

"It was Sumr who sent you, wasn’t it?" Julia laughed, tears still glistening in her eyes, "Did she ask you to do this?"

Soren remained silent, which was as good as admitting it.

"It’s really laughable." Julia withdrew her gaze, completely disappointed in this person, "It’s not just ; you’re both laughable and pathetic."

"Once you’re gone, you don’t have to worry about anything here anymore." Soren stubbed out the cigarette butt, "Isn’t that good?"

Julia stood up, not giving Soren another glance.

"Soren, I won’t leave. If you have the guts, make truly disappear." Julia said, as if muttering to herself, "I’ve already done enough wrongs, I won’t run away anymore..."

Soren suddenly lifted his eyes to look at her, "What do you an?"

"What do you an?"

Julia turned her head to look at him, the smile on her pale face inexplicably terrifying.

"I once thought eting you was heaven’s favor. But I was wrong, I’m still the sa unlucky person; I’m still the sa one who seems to owe a debt in a past life, repaying it endlessly in this life."

Julia withdrew her gaze, turned, and left, leaving only one last sentence.

"Soren, I’m fed up."