How My Ex Became My Next

In his words, there was a profound sense of helplessness.

And there were some things that words just couldn’t fix.

Gilda raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a slight smile. “Mr. Harrington isn’t the one who did wrong. Why should you be apologizing?”

Jensen shook his head slightly. “This apology is from the me of the past.”

“Save it, Mr. Harrington!” Gilda said, glancing toward Luna not far off. “I’m planning to pursue this matter to the end.”

“Alright, I support whatever decision you make.” Jensen’s words clearly showed his stance, which sent Luna into a panic, “Jensen, are you really siding with this woman? Your cousin is the one lying in the hospital!”

Jensen replied without so much as a glance her way. “We’re all adults here. It’s about time we paid the price for our actions.”

“What on earth did Emily do to deserve this from you? Remember, she’s the one who’s lying in a hospital bed right now!” Luna was beside herself with anger. “I don’t care what you plan to do, but you better not lay a finger on Emily.”

Gilda’s face was devoid of any unnecessary emotion. “We’re not going to do anything, but I can’t guarantee the police

won’t.”

Right on cue, two uniformed officers walked in. “We’ve received a report of a disturbance at the horse track. May I ask who Emily Harrington is?”

Seeing the police, Luna lost her composure completely. “What do you want to do?”

The lead officer approached her, flashing his badge. “Here’s my badge. We need Miss Emily Harrington to come with us for questioning.” Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Luna staggered, clutching her forehead. “My head hurts so much, I can’t understand what you’re saying.”

Gilda was speechless. She couldn’t help but find Luna’s acting skills painfully cringeworthy!

But with the police here and solid evidence in hand, Emily had no chance of escaping.

Yawning, Gilda made her way to Jackson, who had been waiting for her. “Let’s head back, Jackson.”

Jackson took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. “It’s cold outside, watch out for the cold.”

With that, the two of them turned to leave.

Jensen, witnessing this scene, hurried after them, grabbing Gilda’s wrist from behind. “Let me take you home.”

Gilda frowned slightly, instinctively trying to break free, her tone devoid of emotions. “Sorry, Mr. Harrington! That won’t be necessary. You should probably focus on sorting out this mess at the hospital right now.”

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However, Jensen insisted. “No rush for the moment!”

He didn’t give Gilda a chance to refuse and followed her straight out.

Left with no choice, Gilda quickened her pace.

But Jensen clung to her like a stubborn burr, all the way to the hospital entrance.

Gilda had had enough. “Jensen Harrington, that’s enough.”

“Not nearly,” he retorted.

As soon as he finished his words, Jackson stepped in front of Gilda, assumi