The Divorcee Who Shines

Chapter 14 The Most Familiar Stranger

Chapter 14 The Most Familiar Stranger

"Mr. Stuart, no need to be polite. I'll take care of Ranita's things myself! And I'll personally escort her, so you don't have to bother!" Dylan smirked, his lips curling in a mocking manner. "I am Ranita's friend, and it's better to trouble me than some other stranger."

A stranger?!

Brendon's already cold expression turned even colder as he glared at Dylan.

Dylan shrugged and continued taunting him, "Haven't you heard of the phrase 'the most familiar stranger,' Mr. Stuart?"

Ranita was afraid they would start fighting and quickly got into the car, saying, "Let's go, Dylan! We don't want to bother Mr. Stuart."

Ranita had a slight fever.

Before entering Stuart's Corp, she took some cold medicine but still felt like she was walking on cotton when she entered the meeting room.

Her seat was next to Brendon's; she could see him whether she looked up or down.

A faint scent wafted over from Brendon; Ranita instinctively moved her chair away but couldn't move much because of limited space. She accidentally bumped into a senior executive sitting next to her while moving her chair back and felt embarrassed as she moved back again.

The man flipped through documents with an indifferent expression before speaking in a low voice, "Have you read the new contract?"

"... I'm reading it now!" Ranita tried hard to focus on the document but felt more confused with each passing moment.

Ranita was not in a good state, but luckily Rashid was in a hurry. He quickly skimmed through the documents and signed them, and with some polite greetings, the whole process took less than half an hour!

As they bid farewell, Rashid warmly embraced her, reluctant to let go. "Miss Bowman, I really can't bear to see you go! I'm prepared to keep a place for you, so feel free to reach out to me anytime!"

Ranita forced a smile and changed the subject. "Wishing you a safe journey!"

Rashid shrugged nonchalantly and confidently got into his car, driving away.

"I'm sorry!" Ranita followed Brendon into the CEO's office, looking weak and apologetic. "Mr. Stuart, I'm not feeling well today."

Brendon gave her a deep look and gestured for her to come closer. "Come here!"

"What's wrong?" Ranita took a couple of steps closer, only to be pulled forcefully onto his lap.

Ranita struggled, but he held her down.

"Is this because of Shannon? I drank too much last night so I can't remember what happened! But if that's why your mood is affected then let me make it up to you," Brendon offered.

Was he trying buy her off?

Suddenly feeling powerless, Ranita wanted an explanation or sincere apology from him. Was that too much to ask?

"No need! We've already signed... divorced. Who you sleep with is none of my business!" Ranita didn't want to bring up the divorce, but once she said it, it felt like a weight had been lifted off her chest.

In the end, she still found a lowly reason to justify Brendon who had hurt her.

Not loving, so ignoring. Heartless, so trampling.

"We're not talking about this anymore!" Brendon brushed it off and instead brought up the grudge through gritted teeth, "The most familiar stranger?"

As he spoke, his lips brushed against her neck, sending a wave of heat across her skin, causing Ranita's body to tremble slightly.

"Dylan is joking with you."

Brendon seemed dissatisfied with this explanation. "I'm a stranger?" he said, as his palm reached into her leg and landed on the skin that had been burned before. "Is it better now?"

"Feeling better!" Ranita snorted, then heard Brendon ask, "Dylan, is that the person you've liked for a long time?"

Ranita held the man's hand to prevent him from causing further trouble, with a blank expression on her face. "No. He is my friend." Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

As the words fell, Ranita's waist was fiercely rubbed, causing her to cry out in pain and her ears turning red. "It's really true! Dylan is just my friend, Brendon, let go of me!"

However, Brendon grabbed her waist and quickly pinned her down on the desk.