Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 197: She Wants to Apologize

Marsh Smith brought Alia Wright back to the shore and had her sit down, draping her with the coat he had taken off before diving.

Only then did he re-enter the water and rescue Ava Wright, who was too weak to struggle and was about to sink.

Then he worriedly walked over to Alia, repeatedly asking if she was okay.

Alia shook her head, her fingertips lightly twirling the necklace in her hand.

Ava coughed for a long ti before recovering.

She stared fiercely at Marsh Smith and croaked, "Marsh Smith, I won’t compete with her over other things, but why did you save her first when we fell into the water at the sa ti!"

Marsh confird Alia was okay and was about to reply when he heard Ava’s outcry.

Alia proactively spoke up, "Sister, don’t you know? Marsh Smith is a shallow man who judges by appearances. Even if you had plastic surgery to look like , you wouldn’t be as pretty. It’s only natural he saved first."

Marsh felt a bitterness in his heart but was unable to retort.

Ava suddenly scread, "No, impossible, Marsh isn’t that kind of person!"

To Ava, this reason was harder to accept than Marsh knowing the truth behind the rescue years ago.

Since they were young, she had tried to outdo Alia in everything, oppressing and belittling her, mainly because Alia was prettier than her.

She could seize or fight for other things, but looks are innate. Even with surgery, she couldn’t get Alia’s face, which made Ava eternally jealous.

Out of jealousy, she always had Alia hide her looks and even tried several tis to disfigure Alia, only failing due to various accidents.

Alia smiled and said, "Then what reason does Sister think it is?"

Ava choked and said nothing.

Alia snickered internally, knowing that even if Ava guessed Marsh might know the truth, Ava would never bring it up unless Marsh did.

It was amusing this way, as she had always planned for Marsh and Ava to torture each other endlessly.

ntal tornt is often more painful than physical pain.

Alia withdrew her gaze and lazily said, "I’m tired, Marsh Smith, take ho."

Alia reached out to Marsh.

Knowing Alia was using him, Marsh still felt happy and carefully picked her up.

Alia leaned aristocratically in Marsh’s arms, looking at Ava, who sat disheveled on the ground.

Alia’s heart was truly cold; she didn’t really consider herself important.

She could disregard hurting her own body, just as she could calmly lean in Marsh’s arms.

Using Marsh, she also used herself.

Ava felt unbearably humiliated; everything she prided herself on was trampled under Alia’s foot.

Alia lazily said, "Sister, I’ll take the necklace. The stolen thing should have been returned long ago. If you need money, try asking Godfery Shaw."

Ava choked on water, struggling to stand as if to pounce on Alia.

Marsh held Alia, instinctively stepping back two steps, watching Ava warily.

Ava was hurt by this wariness and scread, "Marsh Smith, I am your wife!"

Marsh just coldly looked at Ava and then turned to walk away with Alia in his arms.

With Ava’s voice breaking, she dramatically shouted, "Marsh Smith, I hate you. If you like her so much, go to her side! I want a divorce!"

Alia’s lips curled up slightly: "Sister, don’t be agitated, divorce is impossible, wishing you a long and happy marriage."

Marsh didn’t answer; he looked at Alia as she calculated and hated them openly in front of him.

But Marsh knew he could only endure, and Ava had to endure too.

They owed Alia.

The two gradually walked away.

Alia could only hear, distantly, Ava screaming like a madwoman, demanding a divorce.

Ava truly wanted a divorce, thinking holding onto Marsh would bring her benefits.

But she couldn’t endure this emotional abuse.

She was still young, with a pretty face. Even if her family status was gone and she lost everything, she could still find a man who liked her to live a stable life in the latter half of her life; there was no need to fight with Marsh this way.

However, Ava would soon discover that Marsh wouldn’t divorce.

Marsh carried Alia far away, and Alia gently pushed Marsh, indifferently saying, "Put down, I’ll go back myself."

Marsh obediently put Alia down.

Alia stood properly and took off the coat, handing it back to Marsh.

Marsh advised, "You’re all soaked. This coat is dry, wear it back first."

Alia said nothing, holding out the coat.

Marsh could only silently take the coat.

He knew Alia hated him, loathed everything about him.

Alia turned and left without looking back.

This place was close to Elegant Art Academy, and her wet clothes felt cold, so Alia decided to go to the school to change.

From her previous departure and return, her things had been moved out, but then Emma Lewis moved so back, saying she wasn’t allowed to move out because they were roommates until graduation.

Since she had to change clothes, she’d definitely see Emma.

So... she might as well apologize to Emma.

Alia made a la excuse for herself.

Previously, due to heavy resentnt from revenge, she was afraid of hurting Emma one day and said harsh words to drive her away.

Now, she was sure she wouldn’t hurt those around her, placing her remaining guilt on herself to atone one day. The only one she’d hurt would be herself, not others.

Friends didn’t need to distance themselves like Godfery Shaw did.

She wanted to apologize to Emma and didn’t want Emma to feel sad.

Alia took a taxi and arrived at Elegant Art Academy in ten minutes.

It was noon, and many students were coming and going across the campus, with so occasionally glancing at Alia.

Alia headed straight for the dormitory building.

As she reached the dorm entrance, she heard laughter inside.

The next mont, the dorm door opened.

Emma Lewis and a girl with bangs stood inside the door, with Alia standing outside.

The girl with bangs thanked Emma, "Thank you, senior, for saving . Without you, I really wouldn’t know what to do. Senior, can... can we be friends?"

Alia stood there drenched, unexpectedly feeling a bit downhearted inside.

She realized she was a very selfish person, presuming she could easily drive people away to avoid hurting Emma and now, upon coming to apologize, expecting forgiveness.

Why should she be forgiven? Emma could have new friends.

New friends wouldn’t be as indifferent as she was.

Suddenly, Alia felt her wrist grabbed and pulled forward.

Emma, habitually sarcastic, said, "Alia, are you out of your mind? Don’t you know how weak you are? Walking around soaked like this."

Alia was dumbfounded as Emma pulled her into the dorm.

The girl with bangs called out, "Senior?"

Emma impatiently replied, "Hurry up and leave. As for friends, I just couldn’t stand bullying and saved you on impulse."