Chapter 736 Side Story: Efforts in Pursuing Her 18


    It took Yelena several hours to pack up all her things, and then she sent him a text message. "When


    are youing to pick them up?"


    There was a long dy before Hank replied with a phone call. At first, Yelena was hesitant to answer,


    asmunication between them had be somewhat awkward. However, she eventually picked up


    the call, determined to return his belongings.


    "Have you finished packing up everything?" Hank asked, catching Yelena off guard. It was as if he was


    neglecting her.


    "Yes, I''ve packed everything. Are youing to pick them up, or should I bring them to you?" Yelena


    responded, trying to soundposed.


    Hank chuckled lightly on the other end, though hisughter felt strangely ironic to her. "It''s okay, you


    can leave them there. I''lle by to get themter."


    "Is there anything else you need?" Yelena asked, trying to maintain a normal conversation.


    Hank''s reply was direct. "I don''t have anything else. What about you? Do you need something from


    me?"


    Yelena denied, "No, I don''t need anything from you. Alright, if there''s nothing else, I''ll hang up."


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    "Okay."


    After ending the call, Yelena felt increasingly uneasy. What was going on with Hank? His attitude had


    changed so drastically today that he even seemed unwilling to have a proper conversation with her.


    Could it be that he had finally made up his mind this week and had decided to stop bothering her? Was


    hepletely moving on?


    As Yelena pondered these thoughts, she heard the sound of a car horn outside her door. Looking down


    from the balcony, she saw Hank''s car parked outside. As he stepped out, Yelena''s eyes widened.


    He hade to collect his things, but he had brought another woman with him?


    Hank personally helped the woman out of the car, and they were even sharing jokes andughter.


    Although Yelena couldn''t hear their conversation clearly, their interactions appeared intimate.


    No wonder he had forgotten about her so quickly. He had already found a new partner.


    Surprisingly, Yelena felt a sense of subtle disappointment in her heart.


    Nevertheless, sheposed herself and prepared to wee his arrival, or rather, their arrival.


    As the door was knocked, Yelena adjusted her demeanor, put on a smile, and opened the door.


    Standing outside was Hank, apanied by the tall and slender woman who wore silver-framed


    sses and exuded a mature, sexy aura. It seemed that he had changed his taste in just a few days.


    Yelenapared herself with the woman in her mind and couldn''t help but admit that the other woman


    did indeed seem more charming. As she thought this, a sense of unhappiness washed over her heart.


    "Hank, is this your girlfriend?" The woman''s voice was deep and seductive. If it were any other man,


    they might have beenpletely enamored by her voice.


    Hank corrected her, "Your phrasing is a bit off. She''s my ex-girlfriend."


    "Such an adorable girl, and you didn''t know how to hold on to her. You''re quite picky, young man," the


    womanmented as she yfully pinched Hank''s face, her actions revealing their affectionate


    rtionship. Their sweet interaction naturally drew envy from onlookers.


    Finding the scene too hard to bear, Yelena turned her head away, unable to watch. After all, who could


    ept their ex-boyfriend openly flirting with another woman, especially a potential new girlfriend, right


    in front of them?


    "Alright, enough ying around," Hank said. He wasn''t angry. Instead, he smiled and looked like he


    was in a good mood. Yelena knew that he had a strong sense of cleanliness, so his rtionship with


    the woman must be something special if he allowed her to touch his face without hesitation.


    "You two must be here to collect your things."


    Hank noticed that Yelena used the words "you two", realizing that she was concerned about the woman


    next to them. A subtle smile tugged at his lips.


    "Yes, we''re here to collect our things," Hank confirmed. Then, with a raised eyebrow, he turned to


    Yelena and asked, "Would you mind helping us move some of these?"


    Yelena hadn''t expected that he would actually make her do the heavy lifting herself. She had initially


    thought the three of them would each carry one box, but Hank went ahead and stacked two boxes


    together, effortlessly lifting them up. So, in the end, it was just her doing the work with him, right? Did


    he not want his new girlfriend to get her hands dirty?


    She was infuriated by the thought that he spared his new girlfriend from lifting a finger. Yelena''s anger


    red, but she had no choice but to carry the box down. The three of them arrived at the car, and


    Yelena, who was not very strong, was now quite exhausted. She ced the boxes on the ground and


    panted, saying, "I''ve moved the stuff for you. If there''s nothing else, I''ll just go. We don''t need to meet


    again."


    "Wait a moment."


    Yelena turned her head, her tone unfriendly. "Mr. Damazio, do you have something else to say?"


    "Why are you so angry with me? Have I done something to offend you?" Hank asked, genuinely


    puzzled.


    Not asking would have been better, as the question only ignited Yelena''s anger further.


    "Why should I have a good attitude toward you, Mr. Damazio? We''ve broken up, haven''t we?" Yelena


    managed to force a faint smile. "As I said before, if there''s nothing else, I''ll be on my way."


    Hank chuckled lightly. "I stopped you for something, of course."


    "Then please, go ahead."


    "I forgot to mention this before you came. It''s not just these things that are going on. It''s also you too.


    You''reing along."


    Hearing these words, Yelena felt as if lightning had struck on a clear day.


    "What?"


    "Wasn''t what I said clear enough? It''s not just these things I''m sending over. You''re also going toe


    and live where I stay," Hank repeated.


    Yelena took a moment to process this and then asked, "Are you saying you want me to live with you?


    Don''t joke around, okay? I live fine at home, and my parents would never..."


    "Your parents have already agreed to it. They''re letting you move in with me," Hank interjected.


    Yelena was shocked and turned around, only to see her parents, who had been standing behind her


    just moments ago, now had the front gate firmly closed. They seemed determined not to let Yelena go


    back.


    Yelena''s mouth twitched slightly. She had not anticipated this scenario at all. She had no idea what


    Hank had said to her parents to bring about such a result.


    "Hank, did you lose your mind today?"


    "I haven''t lost my mind. I came here to tell you that, if there''s no issue, you should move back and live


    with me as my wife," Hank said with a serious expression, not sounding like he was lying.


    "Wife?" Yelena almost burst outughing in exasperation. "Do you have any evidence to prove that I''m


    your wife?"


    With a snap, he presented the marriage certificate right in front of her.


    He actually has evidence?