Chapter 110
After saying that, Selena inserted the key into the keyhole. At the same time, she heard Finneas speak.
“It’s impossible between the two of you, for Pierre Fowler is getting married.” It was as though she was
frozen to the spot at once. He’s getting married? “It’s at the end of this month, and I’m not lying.”
Although she’d known that Pierre would be marrying Meredith sooner orter since they had two
children together. Besides, Meredith was a goddess adored by all, so it made no sense that he wouldn’t
marry the biological mother of his children. However, she still felt shaken upon hearing that he was
getting married for real.
When Finneas saw her stilling, he realized that she might have truly fallen for Pierre. The news of
Pierre and Meredith getting married was actually one he inadvertently heard when Meredith and Megan
were whispering about it. “A rtionship between the two of you is impossible. Besides, you have a
daughter, so you can’t possibly marry into the Fowler Family.”
His words had Selena sobering up time and again. Then, she whirled around, the smile ying on her
lips tinged with a hint of sarcasm. “Then, can I possibly marry into your family? Will your family ept
the fact that I have a daughter?”
Awkwardness struck Finneas. “I can promise you to treat your daughter like my own biological
daughter, and I will provide her with all the basic necessities. However, she can’t possibly enter my
family since we don’t even know who her father is.”
Selena felt that he was truly a scumbag. He’s an utter scumbag! When he said that, he must have felt
particrly open-minded and thought that he’s being extremelypassionate to me! “Finneas Lake, I
don’t want to say a single word to you now! Buzz off right this second!” When she’d finished speaking,
she opened her house door and stalked in before mming the door shut with a bang.
Finneas lingered for a long time before he left. It won’t be easy to convince her to change her mind, but
once she takes me back, everything will be smooth sailing.
After she entered her house, Selena sat on the sofa to calm herself for what felt like an eternity as
Finneas’ remark echoed in her mind. It’s impossible between the two of you, for Pierre Fowler is getting
married. Yeah, he’s getting married. Even if he doesn’t get married now, he’ll still be getting married in
the future. Dipping her head, she chuckled bitterly. What was I thinking? Was I hoping to marry him?
Howughable! After letting out a bark of self-deprecatingughter, she gathered her things and left the
house.
Pierre’s house was unlocked, and it seemed as though he deliberately left it open for her. When she
entered his house, she saw that the ce was in shambles, the trash can overturned and the trash
inside scattered all over the floor. Then, Selena spotted him standing in front of the wine cab, his tie
a tad messy as though he’d yanked on it yet didn’t pull it off entirely.
“What was it that you couldn’t understand? I’ll exin it to you.” Selena had long since braced herself
for this, knowing that the coboration with Fowler Corporation wouldn’t be a breeze.
Pierre slowly walked over to the sofa and sat down. Repeating his scrutiny of her at Fowler Corporation
that day, he propped his legs on the coffee table and reclined back against the sofa. “Why, you’re done
with your little reunion with your old me?”
“Does that have anything to do with you?” Selena strode over to the sofa and plopped down. “What
was it that you couldn’t understand? I’ll exin it now. I still need to go back to my ce when I’m done
exining.”
“Why do you need to go back? In a hurry to climb into bed?” Rancor showed inly in Pierre’s eyes.
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“Did you think everyone is as depraved as you?” Selena detested him for poking fun at her with her
past rtionship, especially when he kept mentioning climbing into bed every so often.
“Depraved? Am I the depraved one, or are you? Finneas Lake is already married, and his wife is even
your half-sister. Isn’t it rather inappropriate that you’re now carrying on with him? Don’t you think that’s
rather—”