Rebirth: The New Bride Wants A Divorce-Chapter 168: He won’t even give me a place in hell!

The car screeched to a stop inside the set’s parking area, the sudden halt making Anna jolt slightly in her seat. Kevin quickly turned around, flashing her his most pitiful look while raising his bandaged hand like a child caught in trouble.

His eyes silently pleaded for mercy.

Betty, sitting beside him, let out a disbelieving scoff. "Unbelievable," she muttered inwardly ’I’ve seen him handle negotiations with mob-like producers, but now look at him — turning into a helpless kitten over one tiny cut.’

Kevin shot her a wounded look. "Tiny? This tiny cut almost cost me my—"

"Your ego?" Betty interrupted sweetly.

Kevin groaned and looked away, muttering something under his breath.

Meanwhile, Anna had been quiet the entire ride, leaning back in her seat, lost in thought. But now, her voice cut through the air — calm, even, but carrying that unmistakable sharp edge that made both of them straighten up immediately.

"Apart from my schedule," she asked, turning her gaze on Kevin, "what else has Daniel asked you to keep him updated on?"

Kevin froze, his expression caught somewhere between guilt and alarm.

Betty’s eyebrows shot up, her head tilting toward Anna with open curiosity. "Good question," she said, clearly enjoying how uncomfortable Kevin suddenly looked. "Because last night, when we caught him talking to Sir Henry, he hung up faster than a guilty husband on a dating app."

"Betty!" Kevin hissed, his face reddening.

But she furrowed like a child who was saying the truth. "What? It’s true."

Anna’s gaze didn’t waver. Her voice remained cool and steady. "So," she repeated, "what is it, Kevin? Are you just my manager... or Daniel’s informant too?"

Because she knew he was, but she won’t give him a benifit of doubt and simply play along. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

The question hung in the air like a blade, and Kevin’s nervous chuckle did little to hide the truth she already suspected.

Betty crossed her arms, watching him squirm. "You might want to think before answering," she said casually. "Because lying to her has never gone well for anyone."

Kevin sighed, rubbing his temple. "You both are terrifying, you know that?"

Anna simply raised an eyebrow. "Good. Now talk."

***

"So let me get this straight," Anna said slowly, her brow arching as she tried to process Kevin’s words. "He asked you to keep an eye on Ethan... because he thinks Ethan likes me?"

Her tone was half disbelief, half irritation. She let out a small, humorless scoff and leaned back in her seat, arms crossing tightly over her chest.

"Pathetic loser," she muttered under her breath, though her smile — the one that usually masked her annoyance — had completely vanished now.

Kevin flinched slightly, unsure whether to respond or pretend he hadn’t heard that.

But before Anna could move on, he added hesitantly, "That’s not all. He also asked me to... uh, monitor Miss Fiona."

Anna’s head tilted, her frown deepening. "Fiona? Why?"

Kevin scratched the back of his neck. "He said she isn’t as good a friend as she pretends to be. He doesn’t trust her intentions around you."

That made Anna pause. The grim look that had shadowed her face softened into something more thoughtful.

"Is that so?" she murmured, surprised by how genuine Kevin sounded.

Fiona. Of all people.

Anna hadn’t suspected her. Yes, she’d noticed how Fiona often tried to strike up conversations with Daniel — how her laughter was always a little too loud when he was around — but she’d brushed it off as harmless flirtation.

If she hadn’t overheard Fiona conversation with Daniel she might have even believed the woman’s friendliness had win over him. But now, with Kevin’s words echoing in her mind, everything seemed to take on a different shade.

’Maybe I’ve been assuming it all wrong.’

She stared out the car window, watching the faint reflection of her own face in the glass. For a moment, the silence stretched between them — heavy but not uncomfortable.

Anna had never really tried to understand Daniel beyond what she saw on the surface — his stubbornness, his teasing, his maddening confidence. But now, as pieces slowly began to fit together, she realized something unsettling.

He wasn’t just possessive or paranoid. He was observant. Methodical. Protective in ways that went deeper than she’d wanted to admit.

A man with too many layers — some sharp, some soft — and every one of them somehow connected to her.

And the more she tried to push him away, the more he seemed to carve a path back into her life.

As silence settled thickly inside the car, the air itself seemed to grow heavier.

Kevin’s nerves frayed with every passing second. His composure — that carefully maintained image of the calm, capable professional — crumbled like paper in the rain. His face twisted with anxiety, and his eyes grew glassy, as though he were on the verge of tears.

He might have been the mighty Kevin at work — smooth-talking, efficient, and unshakable — but right now, he looked more like a cornered kitten trembling before the storm.

In his head, he was already cursing the man responsible for his misery.

’Henry, you lousy mouse! This is all your fault!’

If not for that reckless meddler, he wouldn’t be here sweating bullets under Anna’s piercing gaze.

Forcing himself to breathe, Kevin wiped the nervous sweat from his forehead, straightened his posture, and then—just like a desperate actor on cue—pulled out his best pitiful expression.

"Miss Anna," he began in a voice that cracked just the right amount, "I-I know you’re probably planning to punish me in the most brutal way possible."

Betty snorted from the passenger seat, clearly unimpressed.

Kevin ignored her and pressed on dramatically, "But I’ll accept any punishment—any—as long as you don’t hand me over to Daniel Clafford."

Anna blinked, half-surprised, half-amused. "Excuse me?"

Kevin nodded fervently, his expression dead serious. "That man is a devil, Miss Anna! If you hand me over to him, he won’t even give me a place in hell!"

Betty burst into laughter, doubling over in her seat. "Oh my god, Sir Kevin, you sound like a man confessing before execution!" the anger she felt earlier was now replaced by playfulness.

Kevin pouted miserably. "That’s exactly how I feel!"

Anna pinched the bridge of her nose, fighting the urge to laugh. Despite her irritation, she couldn’t deny that his panic was almost... pitifully entertaining.

"Relax," she said finally, exhaling a slow breath. "I’m not handing you over to Daniel. Yet."

The yet made Kevin flinch so hard that Betty started laughing all over again.

’What does that even mean?’ he wondered anxiously staring at Anna, but the woman simply smirked making him even more anxious.