The Good Girl's Revenge

Chapter 228

Derek's face turned cold, and there was a suffocating chill all over him.

Freya was frightened. She didn't know what she had said wrong.

However, she seemed to see anger, irritation, and a hint of sadness in Derek's eyes.

What on earth could bother a man like him?

Freya thought she was mistaken and was about to apologize when Derek's lips moved. "Okay... You

accompany me upstairs."

Freya was shocked for a moment, and then her heart beat like it was about to jump out. Was this... A

hint?

She had been working in a bar for a while, but she had never given in to anyone, let alone sell her body

to make money, but...

If it was this man, the man who saved her, she might say yes to him.

Derek was not in the mood to care about her feelings. After getting out of the car, Freya came back to

her senses and closed the door for him with a red face. Then, she boldly leaned over and held the

man's arm.

"Sir, I'll walk you up..."

Derek did not speak. His eyes fixed on somewhere in the distance. There, Meredith stood, as if stiff,

motionless.

Derek had just driven the car away, and although she was very angry, she still chased after him. After

all, this man had poor judgement when driving on impulse, and she was worried that something would

happen to him.

But she didn't expect to see such a scene...

A beautiful young girl, dressed in the waiter's clothes, was holding his arm expectantly. Derek did not

refuse, but let her touch him.

Well... What a romantic drama. If she didn't appear, it would have been a perfect story of cinderella

meeting her prince charming.

Meredith walked closer and looked at Derek's face. "Why?"

Now, she was lost for words.

The last time she saw him, he had asked her to wait for him, to give him time, promising that he would

take good care of her. But everything had changed now.

In front of her, he held the other woman's arm, without a word of explanation or even a hint of guilt.

Even now, the hands of the two of them were still intertwined, looking very close.

At that moment, Meredith felt that her body was not hers. Her heart was hurting so much that she felt

she couldn't breathe with each heart beat. With that, her face grew pale slowly.

Wasn't Derek a neat freak? Wasn't he uncomfortable to be touched by strangers?

Why was he so close to a stranger? Even if he didn't care about her at all, she was still pregnant with

his child. Didn't he think about them at all?

Suddenly, Meredith laughed out loud at herself. She forgot that Derek had never believed her. He didn't

believe that the child was his.

The examination report in her hand now was like a big joke, mocking her ignorance and self-

indulgence.

"..."

Freya felt it was very awkward, but she did not want to pull out her hand. This woman relied on her big

belly to pester Derek, and she could not let her succeed.

"Sir, I'll walk you up."

Freya's words interrupted Derek's thoughts. He looked away from Meredith. The desperation and

helplessness of that woman made him gasp for air.

If it weren't for Freya's hand holding him, he might have rushed over and hugged the woman in his

arms to comfort her.

But... In the end, he didn't.

Derek didn't even say a word. Freya carefully supported him and they walked past Meredith.

The whole time, neither of them gave her a look, as if... Neither of them noticed her, as if she didn't

exist.

Only then did Meredith realize that, perhaps, this complete ignorance was more heartbreaking than

harsh words.

He didn't even care to explain to her. Just like that, was she being dumped without a cause?

She would not settle for that.

"Derek, stop!"

Meredith moved her stiff legs. She had been standing there for too long despite her pregnancy. Now

she was so tired just standing there, but the strength in her heart made her hold on, unwilling to show

weakness, unwilling to give up.

"..." Derek didn't respond, and Freya just wanted to get rid of this crazy woman as soon as possible, so

they didn't stop at all.

Meredith looked at the backs of the two people leaning against each other and her tears fell

unconsciously. When she realized it, she quickly raised her head and slapped her face twice, leaving a

few red palm marks on her fair skin. She could not cry. She could not show her weakness in front of the

two people.

"I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?"

Meredith stepped forward and was about to grab Derek's hand when Freya stopped her with a look of

disgust. "Miss, Mr. Xavier doesn't want to talk to you. Can't you just be a little more self-respecting and

leave? It's shameless of you to pester others considering you are alreay with a big belly."

Self-respect? Shamelessness?

Meredith was almost trembling with anger at the girl's seemingly righteous words. The child in her

stomach was Derek's, and he was the child's father. And now?

He was entangled with a young strange woman, and this woman was actually acting like a champion of

justice?

What an ironic scene. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

"Get out of the way! I want to talk to him. It's none of your business."

"How come it's none of my business? Miss, I don't want to do anything to you for your baby's sake, but

please leave. Mr. Xavier is tired and doesn't want to see you anymore."

Freya was annoyed by Meredith, and besides Derek did not stop her, so she dared to continue, "If the

father of the child knew about this, it would not look good on you, would it?"

"Shut up!" Meredith was provoked. Out of anger, she tried to push the woman, trying to shut her up, but

her arm was suddenly grabbed by someone. The grab was so strong that she had no way to struggle

out.

It was Derek's hand.

"Have you had enough?" Derek didn't look at Meredith's face, just grabbed her wrist.

Meredith's body was very cold. The place he was holding on to was ice cold. He couldn't feel the

slightest warmnness, and he didn't know how long she had waited outside to become like this.

Derek's chest ached for a moment, but at the same time, he was a little angry. Why was this woman

running around when she was prgnant?

Wasn't she aware of her delicate condition? Didn't she know how to take care of herself?