To Be Yours Again By Taylor Chapter 177


    Chapter 177 Blind to the Truth


    When Old Mr. Faust finished talking, Alec chuckled and asked, “Is Jenny angry? Why do I feel that she


    doesn’t care?”


    He desperately wanted to pick up any emotions, including anger, from Jenny’s expression, but he


    found nothing. She had an air of indifference regarding his rtionship with other women or hisck of


    protection for her.


    “You’re blind to the truth. I’m sure Jenny’s angry at you,” Old Mr. Faust assured him.


    Alec nced at him but wondered if he was telling the truth. After all, his grandpa could say anything


    just to get them back together. After a pause, he said, “Maybe. Anyway, you don’t have to worry about


    this. I’ll


    handle it.”


    “You will?” Old Mr. Faust sounded unconvinced. “You’d better not mess up and anger her even more.”


    Judging from Alec’s actions, he mighte up with ways to make Jenny hate him more.


    Alec red at Old Mr. Faust and wondered, “Is he really my grandpa?”


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    “I’m going home. You should rest early.” Alec gave up on arguing with his grandpa because it was


    futile. Old Mr. Faust chuckled and said, “Why don’t you stay the night? You’ll be alone in Faust Mansion


    anyway.” Speechless, Alec knew that Old Mr. Faust was hitting where it hurt the most, and he left


    without looking back. 1


    Old Mr. Faust was fine with Alec not staying because he only casually suggested it anyway. Feeling


    jolly, he said to Warren, “Didn’t I say they’re a good match? Take my word for it-they’ll be back together


    in no time. It’s their destiny.”


    “You’re right,” Warren concurred and nodded.


    It was midnight when Jenny was done packing her luggage at Perry Residence. However, sleep eluded


    her as the memories from the secluded corner with Alec upied her mind. She was bothered by the


    kiss on the lips that didn’t happen and further upset by the thought of Alec speaking up for Yvonne. She


    tossed and turned on the bed but could not fall asleep. Finally, she gave up and opened herptop to


    work.


    At the Dickmans’, Yvonne shut herself in her room to throw a fit. Once she was finished, she marched


    into the study.


    “Dad!” she called out to George Dickman, who stared at her without warmth.


    “What’s the matter? Did your trip not go smoothly?” He was asking for the sake of it because he knew


    how it went, judging from Yvonne’s outburst in her bedroom next door.


    She nodded at him and said, “I will marry Sam Bloom.”


    “Oh?’ George was surprised. He thought she came to ask for more time.


    She exined, “I gave it some thought. I’d rather marry Sam Bloom than marry someone like Alec


    Faust. He clearly doesn’t love me. At least that fatso isn’t as difficult as Alec.”


    She understood that her hands would be tied if she married Alec. She’d have to submit to him.


    However, things would be different if she married Sam Bloom. She had a few interactions with that


    fatso before and concluded that he was naive. She believed she could one day control the Blooms’


    wealth if she executed her n well.


    Since there was a slim chance that she could marry Alec or take over the Dickmans, her only hopey


    with the Blooms.


    George beamed and felt d that she agreed with his idea. “That’s right! I told you that the Blooms are


    really sincere about the marriage. You’ll be happy if you marry Sam!”


    “Yes. You’re right.” She dropped her head to hide the resentment in her expression.