Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife-Chapter 61 Faye Townsend, Are You Sent by the Heavens to Mess with Me?

Chapter 61: Chapter 61 Faye Townsend, Are You Sent by the Heavens to Mess with Me?

Director Turner, I’ve thought it over carefully, and I believe it’s better if our relationship remains at the level of business partners.

Taking a step forward or a step back could easily turn into a dangerous relationship.

I’m a person who yearns for peace and dislikes taking risks.

So I’m sorry, but there are some games I can’t play with you."

Oliver Turner frowned: "An accident? How are you doing now?"

"I woke up on the way to the hospital in the ambulance and was already fine, thank you for your concern."

"Don’t give me that, I think our relationship has reached a point where we can dispense with formalities. Where are you now?"

Faye Townsend didn’t make a sound; she didn’t want to tell him.

"You’re at home, right? I’m hanging up then."

Faye Townsend’s frown deepened, suddenly filled with regret.

Provoking Oliver Turner really didn’t seem like a wise decision.

As expected, a little over half an hour later, Oliver Turner was ringing her doorbell.

When Faye Townsend opened the door and saw his composed face, she said, "Director Turner, is it really okay for you not to work during the day?"

"Some things are more important than work."

He stepped past her into the room.

Faye Townsend silently closed the door, turned around, and followed him in: "What would you like to drink?" frёeωebɳovel.com

"Red wine."

Faye Townsend gave him a look as if weighing a brick, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "There’s no red wine, only freshly ground coffee and boiled water."

Oliver Turner smiled: "Freshly ground coffee."

Turning around, Faye Townsend went to the open-plan kitchen and used Henry Sullivan’s coffee machine to personally make him a cup of coffee and brought it over to him: "I don’t know your taste; I didn’t add any sugar."

"That’s exactly how I like it. I didn’t expect you to have this skill."

Faye Townsend sat down on the sofa across from him and looked at him: "Hunter Warren likes to drink this, so I learned it especially for her."

Oliver Turner frowned: "At times like this, you could lie to me."

"My dad used to say, don’t resort to well-intentioned lies unless it’s absolutely necessary.

Because even the kindest lies are still lies.

He hoped I would be the most honest woman my entire life."

"Huh, so you’ve never lied in your life?"

Faye Townsend’s brow twitched slightly, and a touch of sadness and a bitter smile appeared in her eyes: "How could that be? Hunter Warren always said I was a woman full of lies."

Oliver Turner was a bit irritated: "Faye Townsend, when you’re in front of me, stop bringing up the name Hunter Warren.

That’s the least respect you could show to a man who is pursuing you. Understand?"

Faye Townsend was startled for a moment, pursuing her? Him?

She looked at him, not knowing how to react for quite some time.

She wasn’t ugly, so it wasn’t like she had never been pursued in her life.

But in the past, she was a foolish woman, always feeling a particular fear and guilt whenever someone sought her favor.

Fear that Hunter Warren would find out and think her loose-moraled.

And guilt over hurting those who pursued her, because she would not accept their advances and always rejected them decisively.

This was the first time someone had broached the subject of pursuit with her since she decided to give up on Hunter Warren.

So many years had passed, and she really felt somewhat out of her element.

"Director Turner, I... am not ready to open my heart to love.

I won’t engage in romance or love talk again in this lifetime, so..."

"You don’t have a choice now, you have to be with me.

Because in the eyes of others, you are already my woman."

Faye Townsend took a deep breath: "I don’t like you."

"In ancient times, men and women got married without even seeing what the other looked like.

Let alone talk of liking or not liking each other."