Trouble in Paradise (Arianna and Nicholas) novel Chapter 550

We froze momentarily upon seeing each other. Douglas awkwardly greeted me, saying, "Ms. Jones."

"Nicholas, what are you trying to do now?"

Upon seeing him, I couldn't help but feel my anger rising. Did he really think that what was online could make up for everything? What he did was childish, utterly ridiculous.

"Ariana, I brought you breakfast. You haven't eaten yet, right?"

I was cold in my response, and Nicholas' expression dimmed slightly. He quickly masked the flicker of disappointment, raising a paper bag in his hand.

"These are all your favorites. Wendy made them herself." He opened the bag, and the neatly arranged food containers appeared before me.

Seeing him trying so carefully to please me felt strange, and I didn't like it. His demeanor only reminded me of how much I used to compromise. I endured it for four years. Could he last that long?

I pushed his hand away and said coldly, "If I remember correctly, we made things clear last night. I told you never to come here again. Never show up at my house."

I emphasized, "This is my home, Nicholas."

He froze for two seconds, and he even forgot to blink. He didn't push further as if realizing we had an audience.

"Wendy's at my place. I was worried you might not have anything for breakfast, so please take it. I'll leave now."

I slapped his hand away as he stubbornly tried to hold it out to me. Watching as his hand reddened, my face remained expressionless.

"Take it away. I won't eat it."

Then, I pushed him away as Douglas promptly opened the car door for me.

He simply wearily waved his hand. "Take care of her."

Douglas nodded. "I will."

When our eyes met for the third time in the rearview mirror, I couldn't take it anymore. "If you have something to say, just say it."

"Well..." Douglas responded briefly. But when it came time for him to speak, he didn't seem to know what to say.

"How about you take a break for a while? You don't need to handle Christopher's situation personally. Just leave it to me."

As we were talking, I noticed some commotion in front of the company. A crowd had gathered, and I quickly told Douglas not to drive into the parking lot, but to stop in front of the office building.

Someone was crying, standing in front of a group of reporters, and vowing to seek justice.