Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife-Chapter 912 - 572: Showered Her with Ultimate Devotion

Chapter 912: Chapter 572: Showered Her with Ultimate Devotion

After paying the bill and leaving the shop, Rosalind stood dumbfounded on the deserted main road.

There wasn’t a single car around this area, not a village or a shop in sight.

This Owen Lennon, he must have done it on purpose.

She raised her wrist to check the time; there’s only half an hour until work starts, and if she can’t catch a cab now, she won’t be able to get back on time even if she flew.

In all her years at the job, she has never been late.

That damn Owen Lennon, he clearly did it on purpose, it’s infuriating.

But what can she do now that it’s happened?

The first late appearance in her life was destined to happen today.

After returning to the police station, she immediately sought out Owen Lennon’s number.

The officer was puzzled when she asked for Owen Lennon’s number: "Officer Rosalind, we don’t have Lawyer Owen’s number. He’s a big deal, not someone we can casually contact."

"Then how do you usually get in touch with him?"

"We call his assistant; his assistant often comes to the station."

Rosalind silently held her grudge in her heart, planning to settle it next time.

Delilah Weston’s case proceeded more smoothly than expected.

In Owen Lennon’s world, no lawsuit is difficult to win.

The only reason they claim it can’t be tackled is because the preliminary work wasn’t done well.

Either they did unnecessary work, or they did too little.

Losing a lawsuit doesn’t happen without a reason.

After leaving the court, he drove straight to the police station; it had been half a month since his last visit.

But he wasn’t there to catch up with the fellow officers.

He sat in the car and called Rosalind.

In less than three minutes, Rosalind, in full police uniform, hastily trotted out of the station.

She quickly got into his car, perhaps to avoid suspicion, "What do you want with me?"

"Came out of court at noon and got hungry, so I’m letting you treat me to a meal."

"Since when do I owe you one?"

"Don’t you? You did borrow money from me last time, or is Officer Rosalind so busy she forgot?"

Rosalind pouted, "I wasn’t angry until you brought it up. Now, I can’t help but fume.

Last time, because of you, I was late for the first time in my life.

What on earth were you doing going all the way to eat?

And you left me stranded there.

Do you know how I got back from that middle-of-nowhere place?

Honestly, I’ve never met a man as outrageous as you."

Owen Lennon laughed, crossing his arms, "Judging by your look, you want to hit me."

"Yes, not only do I want to hit you, but I also want to throw you out of the police station, and never see you again."

"So, you’re not going to have lunch with me today?"

Rosalind took out a bank card from her wallet and handed it back to him, "Here, your card. I’ve topped up the money, now we’re even."

"Even for what? If I remember correctly, I said the money you’d borrow from me had a price.

Didn’t you agree to it before using my card? And now you think that’s all there is to it? It’s not that simple."

"Owen Lennon, how can you be so shameless."

"If you don’t want to see me being shameless, come eat with me," he said, starting the car to leave.

Rosalind panicked, "I haven’t checked in with my team yet."

"Just call in now and say I’m asking for your help, your team will let you go," Owen Lennon had that much confidence.

"I have an urgent case right now, I don’t have time for your nonsense."

As she spoke, she tried to open the door to get out.

Owen Lennon glanced at her, "Are you not even bothering to pretend with excuses now? Come on, I just checked, apart from the serial murder case, there’s no significant case with your team right now.

It’s a time of peace, Anchester’s security isn’t as bad as you think."

Rosalind was somewhat helpless; this man was always astutely in control of everything.

He’s investigated things so thoroughly, what else could she say?

"I can’t go far, if you’re willing, we’ll get some noodles, if not, then forget it."

Owen Lennon parked the car at the noodle shop’s entrance, "Then noodles it is."

Rosalind hesitated for a second, "Didn’t you say last time you don’t eat such cheap stuff?"

"That was then, this is now," he said, getting out of the car, making Rosalind chuckle; clearly it was his little tantrum, yet he feels justified saying such things.

They entered the noodle shop, and like last time, Rosalind ordered two bowls of noodles; the lady who served the noodles already recognized Rosalind.

Since coming to Anchester, she had mostly settled her lunches there.

"Officer Rosalind, brought your boyfriend along today?"

Rosalind smiled, pressing her lips together, "He’s not my boyfriend."

"Hey, nowadays, boyfriends and girlfriends start from being friends," the lady owner gave what she thought was a wise look at her and then another at the exceptional young man before turning away.

Owen Lennon picked up his chopsticks and started eating the noodles.

Rosalind, seemingly reminded of something, asked, "By the way, you haven’t changed your bank card password, have you?"

"Why, can’t I?"

"I didn’t say you couldn’t, I just thought you’d changed it a long time ago. You gave me the card that day without telling me the password, and I thought I was screwed, sure I’d be embarrassed, but surprisingly I tried it and it worked, I didn’t mean anything else by asking." She was a little annoyed, why was he always seeming to target her, she hadn’t wronged him.

Owen Lennon flicked a spoonful of chili into the large bowl of noodles, "I can’t be bothered, changing it would mean racking my brain to remember."

Right, he always hated remembering numbers.

There were people like him, geniuses in everything else but complete hopeless with numbers.

Once, he had to pause work for a bit to memorize her phone number.

Thinking of the past, she couldn’t help but grin, there was a time when she, like a little woman, was cared for by his side.

She recklessly used her privilege as a woman to disrupt his life.

Though helpless, he pampered her to the extreme.

No one knew how long she wrestled with the decision to break up back then.

Even after they did part, someone usually so strong as her found herself secretly shedding tears.

It wasn’t for any other reason, just because she liked him, liked this man.

Years have passed, this man still shining bright where he stood, while she remains alone.

Sometimes, she even thinks, she and him...

She shook her head, no, no, shouldn’t be letting her thoughts run wild.

The past has passed, he dislikes her now, some things are better left alone, better to let go than self-inflict humiliation.