Ex-Wife's Revenge (Alaricka) novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9

But Alarieka remained indifferent, seemingly not caring about what she

said or did.

The fury boiled in Clarissa’s chest. She had to wipe that look off Alaricka’s face and see her get upset!

“Kieran, I want you and Rose to get along. I won’t let anyone mess with you guys. Do you think I’m doing okay?”

For some reason, Alarieka glanced at Kieran.

Kieran wasn’t looking at her. He lowered his eyes, put his hand on Roschelle’s shoulder, and said in a deep, smooth voice, “I’ll show you to your room.”

Kieran didn’t answer Clarissa directly. It wasn’t like he was saying no, but more like he was saying Alarieka couldn’t offend Roschelle.

Clarissa had a triumphant smile on her face.

Alarieka left quietly. The same thing had happened in this living room before, but this time, she acted differently.

Back then, she tried every way to stop Roschelle from staying, insisting that Kieran had broken up with her. But her efforts only turned her into a joke.

The servants watched indifferently, and Wallace didn’t seem to care at all.

Roschelle stood behind Kieran, unscathed, elegant, and poised. It was a total contrast to Alarieka’s crazy behavior.

Chapter 9

She remembered that Kieran forced her to apologize and made her kneel in the courtyard in the middle of the night to think about what she had done.

That night, she saw Roschelle go into Kieran’s room. His room stayed lit. all night, and she could faintly see the two of them through the closed windowsill.

Alarieka suddenly stopped on the stairs.

It occurred to her why she had tried so hard to stop Roschelle from living in the Argent’s villa.

At that time, she followed Kieran to Birkwell and stayed in the same hotel as Roschelle.

It was the same look she used to see all the time.

She could barely steady her breath. Her heart thudded as she hurried up the stairs and shut the bedroom door behind her.

Leaning against the door, she took deep breaths to calm down.

She didn’t know if Roschelle would drug her like in her past life, but either way, she had to be ready this time.

The villa remained quiet all afternoon. Alarieka never came down for lunch. The servants came to get her twice and then gave up.

In the evening. Roschelle knocked on her door. She smiled warmly and handed her a glass of fresh juice.

“You haven’t eaten this afternoon, so I made some juice for you.”

Alarieka’s hand rested on the doorknob. She didn’t let Roschelle in. Her voice was calm, distant.

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