Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife-Chapter 911 - 571: Her Password

Rosalind glanced at him, "I’ll pay you back, with bank interest."

"I’ve never been short on money."

Rosalind gritted her teeth, "I never realized before that you’re this kind of person."

"I told you, I treated you well back then because I liked you."

Rosalind bit her lip, "Fine, so what’s the price for you lending me the money?"

"I haven’t thought about it yet. When I do, I’ll let you know."

"How do I know your demand won’t be too high?"

"It’s just a few thousand bucks, I wouldn’t use it for something that meaningless."

Owen Lennon’s eyes were full of mischief.

Rosalind nodded, "Alright, deal. Now can you tell me what you wanted to discuss?"

"Nothing to discuss, you were the one who suggested having a meal together.

Since you brought it up, I should at least give you the chance to treat me."

Rosalind was now a bit angry, "Owen Lennon, since when did you become so boring? You weren’t like this before.

Is it really amusing to take me all the way out here just to toy with me?"

"Back then, to break up with me, didn’t you also make a point to have a meal far away with me?"

Owen Lennon looked at her calmly, lifted a cup of tea, and took a sip, "Didn’t you say you wanted to talk to me during the meal? You can view me bringing you here as giving you a chance to catch up."

Looking at him now, Rosalind truly felt helpless. She originally just wanted to ask if he had been doing well all these years.

"I thought after all these years, we could set aside the grudges of the past and have a meal together like friends.

But it seems my thoughts were too naive. Some things I can let go of, but Attorney Lennon apparently can’t."

Owen Lennon looked at her without saying a word. Let go, how to let go?

He was dumped during his first relationship for such a ridiculous reason; it would be strange if he felt at peace.

Most importantly, back then, he was genuinely satisfied with Rosalind and really had plans to eventually marry her.

He was never one to easily get emotionally attached, and once his emotions were involved, it was easy to get hurt.

Owen Lennon gave an alluring yet silent smile.

Rosalind asked, "I want to ask you if you’ve been well all these years, if you’re happy, if you’ve married, if you have children.

Though I suppose, even if I ask, you might not want to answer."

"No, you don’t necessarily have to marry and have children to be happy," Owen Lennon said with a bland expression.

"I no longer believe in love. No matter how sweet the words, they’re all lies."

"Do you hate me?" Rosalind’s expression was no longer as casual as before, becoming much heavier.

"I never intended to hurt you. I thought some things were the best conclusion."

"The beginning wasn’t set by you, and the ending shouldn’t be controlled by you alone.

Do you know what I hate most? Irresponsibility.

You did what I loathe most in life; you made me feel that you are a woman who has no sense of responsibility at all."

"I just wanted to do the things I wished to do; that was my mission."

"So, was it your mission that keeps you alone until now?"

Rosalind’s expression hardened a bit. She hadn’t remarried because there was someone in her heart.

This person was too outstanding that no one could compare to even a tenth of him.

She couldn’t be with anyone else, only seeing his virtues.

Because of this, she chose to remain single.

This person was none other than the man before her, Owen Lennon.

From the first time she saw him, she felt a strong connection.

Being with him was never forced; it was mutual affection.

But considering the situation back then, how could she continue to be with him?

"The issues from back then were not handled well by me.

I thought, by peacefully breaking up, you might understand me, but..."

"You successfully turned me into a failure," Owen Lennon raised an eyebrow, "A failure who couldn’t persuade or protect a woman.

Now, we’re no longer in the same world. I have no right to interfere with what you want to do, but let me remind you, sometimes being too selfish isn’t good."

Selfish? She felt he was the one truly being selfish.

After speaking, Owen Lennon got up, "I won’t be having lunch. You should eat peacefully; I ordered this specially for you."

He started to walk away, and Rosalind became anxious, "What do you mean? You ordered seven or eight dishes and won’t eat a single bite? You’re leaving?"

"Since I’ve heard what needed to be heard, what’s the point of staying any longer?"

Rosalind watched his composed departing figure, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart.

Once one has seen the sea, other waters are hard to accept; without Mount Wu, no clouds are worthwhile.

Now, has even sitting down to share a meal together become unnecessary for them?

Having ordered a table full of dishes, leaving just like that was clearly not an option.

She couldn’t possibly waste several thousand yuan.

After the waiter brought out the dishes, she picked up her chopsticks and her rice bowl, taking large bites.

Her appetite was quite big, as it had always been.

She still remembered once when she took him to an all-you-can-eat buffet, where she ate twenty plates of assorted food and over thirty plates of meat, including some small snacks.

Back then, her appetite truly scared Owen Lennon.

Owen Lennon even joked that it was fortunate she was his girlfriend, otherwise, no one else could afford to feed her.

This time, having ordered so much, he probably hadn’t forgotten that she was a big eater.

She had been maintaining a lot of physical activity regularly to keep fit.

After exercising, while most girls would try to lose weight, she wasn’t like them; she aimed to gain weight and replenish energy.

However, even though she ate a lot, she never gained weight. He used to say she was the kind of figure that could eat and eat without gaining an ounce.

After finishing the meal, Rosalind went to the counter to settle the bill. But with the bank card in her hand, she suddenly realized she was in trouble.

She didn’t know the PIN for Owen Lennon’s card.

She pulled out her phone only to find that years ago, she had erased all her contacts for a mission.

Bank password... could it still possibly be the old one?

"Um..." Rosalind scratched her brow, hesitated for a moment, then said to the cashier bravely, "I forgot the password. Let me try entering it once."

"Sure, miss, please go ahead."

Rosalind, with a mindset of giving it a try, entered the password she had in mind. Soon, the cashier smiled, "The password is correct."

She saw it; the receipt printed out.

It couldn’t be that Owen Lennon had deliberately changed the password for her to see.

Since no one knew she would borrow money from Owen Lennon.

But it was truly startling. All these years, why hadn’t he changed the password he set to her birthday? Did it not cause him pain?