Once Bitten, Twice Shy-Chapter 325 - Wedding Invitation

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Rochelle stopped and looked askance at her. “What’s wrong? Planning on butting heads with me in private?”

She was looking forward to it then. It was high time she yanked out all of Harmony’s hair!

Harmony flashed her typical pretentious smile and approached Rochelle step by step as she said, “Of course not, I…”

She deliberately paused, then said, “…want to give you an invitation!”

Harmony glanced at her assistant, who hurriedly handed an invitation over to Harmony. She then handed it to Rochelle and said, “Tim and I are getting married on the first of next month. Make sure you come early that day!”

Rochelle lowered her eyes and looked at the invitation.

The design was incredibly magnificent and there was even a gold seal.

There was a wave of unstoppable anger burning in her chest and her expression sank tremendously. Samantha never had anything like that when they were married.

When it was Harmony’s turn, she made a point to show off in front of Rochelle.

Rather than show her anger, Rochelle smiled and raised her hand to take the invitation.

She smiled at Harmony the next second and rudely ripped up the invitation before throwing the pieces right into Harmony’s face.

Harmony did not expect her to do that and was utterly stunned.

Rochelle said with a sneer, “You’re a mistress. Stop being such a disgrace. I don’t want an invitation to your wedding with that b*stard. I might only consider accepting an invitation if it’s for your funeral!”

“You…”

Harmony’s original intention was to piss Rochelle off, but the latter’s immediate retort made her eyes turn red with anger.

Everyone treated her respectfully whenever they saw her ever since Timothy announced the wedding. No one dared to offend her, except for Rochelle, who seemed to be blind to everything!

Harmony clenched her hands tightly and tried hard to restrain her anger. f𝔯𝒆𝚎𝚠𝑒𝚋𝓃૦νℯƖ.co𝘮

It was not yet time for her to fight back. She just needed to endure it a little longer until she got married to Timothy. Once she became Mrs. Barker, Rochelle would finally be trampled under her feet!

Harmony forced out a smile and left without saying anything.

The assistant bowed at Rochelle and caught up to Harmony.

Rochelle sat down at one place and had to take a deep breath before she could barely hold back her urge to kill.

Although she managed to get the upper hand in that exchange, Harmony’s performance disgusted her to no end.

Samantha died tragically, yet that scumbag of a couple was getting along pretty well during those three years and was even getting married!

Even though she made life difficult for Harmony during the past three years, it all amounted to nothing because none of the things she did could affect Timothy in the slightest.

In the end, she still could not avenge Samantha.

When Rochelle exited the company, Blockhead had already driven the car to the door and stopped there to wait for her.

She walked over, but instead of walking to the back seat, she walked directly to the driver’s door. She opened it and said to Blockhead, “Get out! I’ll drive myself!”

When Blockhead saw her expression, he knew that Rochelle was in an extremely petulant mood at the time and should never be offended!

Without so much as another word, he immediately undid his seat belt and got out of the car.

Rochelle sat in the car, started the engine, and said to Blockhead, “Don’t follow me!”

The man nodded.

During the past three years, Rochelle ‘compromised’ with Jonathan and got him to ease his control over her by a considerable amount. He did not make Blockhead follow her all the time and allowed her to spend time outside his supervision.

Rochelle floored the gas pedal and the car sped out.

She was in a particularly bad mood, so she drove the car directly to the racing track and put on her racing suit. She hopped onto her racecar and started racing around the track.

To her surprise, another car drove next to her just as she was about to drive from the starting line—it was a clear sign that the other car wanted to race with her.

Rochelle’s lips curled up.

‘Perfect!’ Since everything in the world was pissing Rochelle off and someone was willingly offering themselves to be her punching bag, she would be happy to fulfill their wishes!

The two cars drove at the same time.

Rochelle had superb racing skills, the kind that emphasized technique above everything else. She did not take her opponent seriously at all, given that she could win against Jonathan.

However, she gradually began to get serious halfway through the race, because the car beside her was driving like a madman.

While her driving could be described as being reliant on proficiency and skill, the racecar next to her did everything the wrong way and truly drove crazily. Amazingly, the driver always managed to avoid danger at the very last second.

It looked less like racing and more like…running for one’s life…

In the end, Rochelle was a second slower and the other racecar crossed the finish line first.

She parked her racecar, got out, then looked at the racecar beside. She wondered just who that person could be.

The door of the racecar opened and the person inside got out.

She expected the person to be a tall man, but it turned out to be a slender and petite woman…

Furthermore, that person seemed a little familiar.

She turned around and looked up at Rochelle. She did not even take off her helmet and merely looked at Rochelle through it.

Rochelle looked at her as well.

The person looked a little familiar… Remarkably familiar.

Rochelle looked at the person for a few seconds and blinked a few times before tears welled up slowly in her eyes.

It was broad daylight, so what she saw could be a dream or a ghost…

Rochelle lifted her feet and walked toward the person.

She walked initially, but her pace soon sped up and she ran to the other woman. She hugged the woman tightly and opened her mouth to say something, but her throat was hoarse and nothing could come out of her mouth.

Samantha rarely saw Rochelle cry. The latter’s motto was always ‘better to bleed than to shed tears.’

However, Rochelle was leaning on Samantha’s shoulder with tears falling slowly.

She hugged Rochelle tightly as well and her eyes were slightly red too.

Everything they wanted to express in words had been expressed within that hug.

…

Back at Rochelle’s apartment, she tugged at Samantha’s limbs and examined them carefully. Then, she touched Samantha’s chin just to make sure and even checked to see if Samantha had a shadow. Finally, she could breathe a sigh of relief only when she made sure that Samantha was walking with both feet on the ground rather than floating.

Samantha shook her head and laughed. “I’m alive. Really!”

Rochelle took a tissue and wiped away her tears. Once her mind was clear, her anger shot up and she said, “Amazing! You were alive this whole time and you never bothered to tell me a single thing! I cried so much during these three years that I practically washed my face with tears every day!”

“I’m sorry, Chelle.” Samantha hugged her arm and said, “I couldn’t tell you at first, but then…there were too many factors and it just ended up like this. It wasn’t intentional. Really.”

Rochelle had a stern look on her face and was unwilling to forgive Samantha just like that. She demanded an explanation. “What happened three years ago? How did you survive? What happened after that? Explain every single thing!”

Samantha knew that Rochelle was really angry because she would feel the same if she was in Rochelle’s shoes. After all, her death had left Rochelle devastated.

She nodded, “Okay, don’t get angry. I promise I’ll tell you everything.”

“Okay. Go ahead!”

Samantha narrowed her eyes slightly and thought about what happened three years ago. She then finally opened her lips..