After Rebirth, I Replaced My Ex-Husband's True Love-Chapter 72: What Am I to You?

I said "oh" and hung up the phone, then sent my location to Ivan Underwood.

Ten minutes later, a black Mercedes pulled up by the road.

Ivan Underwood doesn’t care much about material things, especially since he’s a doctor now; driving a flashy car to and from work is a bit inappropriate.

But someone like him could charm loads of women even on a shared bike.

"Get in," Ivan Underwood rolled down the car window and said to me.

"Where to?" I asked, a bit perplexed.

"To your place, to pick up Bonnie."

The old doting father is always thinking about his precious daughter. I smirked, opened the passenger door, and sat down. Ivan Underwood glanced at me, "Seatbelt."

I silently buckled the seatbelt again.

The roads were slippery with snow, so the car moved slowly. I watched the scenery outside the window, but my mind was filled with the image of Henry Preston and Azure Vaughn in the snow.

Halfway through, Ivan Underwood broke the silence first, "Azure Vaughn and the others applied to change their hospital room."

"Yeah, I know." I really don’t want to bring up Henry Preston and Azure Vaughn now, even though they are exactly what’s on my mind.

"I’m the lead surgeon for Walter Vaughn’s operation." If Ivan Underwood were to become an intelligence officer, he’d definitely be top-notch.

I picked up my phone and transferred him some money. When he saw his phone light up briefly, he was puzzled, "What does this mean?"

I deliberately showed a wicked smile, "Dr. Underwood, why don’t you botch Walter Vaughn’s surgery a bit? After it’s done, I’ll give you a large sum of money!"

Right then, the traffic light turned red, and the car stopped. Ivan Underwood quickly returned my transfer on his phone, then scolded me with a dark face, "Watch fewer melodrama shows; what are you even thinking?"

"How do you know my inspiration came from melodramas?" I asked, surprised.

"What else?" Ivan Underwood looked at me like I was an idiot.

I scoffed and no longer bothered with him.

After returning to Maplewood Gardens, Bonnie jumped excitedly into Ivan Underwood’s arms when she saw her owner had returned home. She rubbed against him and snuggled, her meows echoing across the living room.

The servants had been taking good care of her these days; she looked full of energy.

Ivan Underwood held Bonnie in his arms and petted her head, just about to start talking to me when a sound came from the stairs; it turned out Henry Preston was also home.

Not wanting to see Henry Preston, I left Ivan Underwood and went upstairs alone.

As for what the two men talked about in the living room, I have no idea; they are childhood friends and surely wouldn’t run out of conversation.

In the large master bedroom, I lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep. On the one hand, I was irritated by Henry Preston and Azure Vaughn, and on the other hand, worried about Susan Adler’s situation.

Just then, Crystal Dawson sent me a message: Zoe, Susan Adler is about to take the bait!

I was startled and quickly replied: So soon? How did you manage that?

Crystal Dawson sent a "smirk" emoji: Hehe, I’ll tell you in a couple of days, wait for my good news.

Then she stopped talking to me, seemingly really plotting something big, waiting to surprise me in the end. I didn’t press further; although Crystal Dawson can be impulsive sometimes, she’s quite smart.

I wondered if that private detective had started investigating. I opened the SMS inbox on my phone but found no reply from the detective; instead, in the intercepted messages, a red dot was flashing.

When I clicked in, I saw seven or eight intercepted unread messages from an unknown number. After reading the content, I realized that number belonged to Jasper Yates.

I didn’t expect him to persistently contact me; the latest message was from this afternoon.

I hesitated for a moment but decided to call him; the other side picked up quickly.

"Hello? Is this Miss Hathaway?" Jasper Yates’s voice was rather pleasant, warm and gentle, speaking with elegance.

"Yes, I saw you’ve sent me several messages; is there anything going on?" I asked.

"Nothing much, you drank that night and went back; I wasn’t sure if you got home safely, so I sent a message checking in. But you didn’t reply, and I was worried calling directly might disturb you," Jasper Yates said, somewhat embarrassed.

I chuckled a few times, "Thank you for your concern, I got home safely that night. I just saw your text today; it was intercepted by the system."

Jasper Yates was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly spoke with a mix of helplessness and frustration, "I knew this would happen, I’ll get a new number tomorrow!"

I didn’t understand what he meant, then he explained that he’d been a salesman for a long time, and due to the frequent telemarketing, his number was marked as spam, even after visiting the service center several times to have it unmarked, it would soon be considered spam once again.

Honestly, the reason made me burst out laughing.

Hearing me laugh, Jasper Yates laughed too, and at that moment, I didn’t notice Henry Preston had entered my room, suddenly speaking, "Who are you chatting with so happily?"

I hung up almost instantly and stuffed the phone under the pillow.

This action inevitably filled Henry Preston with doubts; his face turned very dark, like storm clouds gathering before a tempest, exuding a sense of oppressive unease.

"Joel Sutton again?" Henry Preston had already reached the bedside; he uncovered my blanket and reached for my phone under the pillow.

"That’s my private matter!" I grabbed his wrist; the half-rolled-up sleeve revealed a portion of his arm, with perfectly defined muscle lines.

Henry Preston’s clothes fit him well; he looks like a living mannequin, but without clothes, his body has no extra fat, exceptionally strong and toned. So my attempt to stop him carried substantial risk.

If a physical confrontation occurred, I’d undoubtedly be at a disadvantage.

With my hand on his wrist, Henry Preston’s aura was already very low; he exerted force immediately and reversed the hold on my wrist. Without thinking, I raised my other hand ready to hit him.

Since the night we wrestled for hours, I realized this method significantly alleviates the anger in my heart.

Henry Preston swiftly seized my other hand; I was instantly pinned like a fish on a cutting board.

"Henry Preston, we agreed not to interfere in each other’s private lives. I’m warning you, if you dare hit me, I’ll drag you down with me!" I fearlessly met his icy, dark eyes, trying hard to stay calm.

"I don’t hit women," Henry Preston coolly said.

That’s true; in our past life, even when things got deadly between us, he never hit me. In contrast, I was very agitated back then; whenever I’d finally get a chance to see him, it would end with me crying and fighting, at most he’d push me away.

"Then let me go." I twisted my wrist immediately.

Henry Preston seemingly realized such actions were too bullying, eventually released my hands. With my regained freedom, I sat up from the bed, my attitude returning to calmness with a hint of sadness, "Henry Preston, what do I mean to you in your heart? Can you tell me?"