A Love Forgotten (Arianna and Elijah) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112 

My phone burned, and I quickly opened it to find an array of photos and videos. After just a few glances, Fenuldn’t bring myself to look further. 

“There you go. And there’s plenty more where that came from,” Norman said with a mischievous smirk. 

“So, do you really want to take Eliah down? Is your bead on straight? Or are you just feeling extra bold lately?” 

From his tone. I could tell that Norman was aware of my “history“-all the times I’d been blind to Elijah’s true nature. 

Feeling awkward, I mumbled. “1-1 just don’t want to be humiliated anymore.” 

Norman raised an eyebrow, chuckling dismissively. “You’re lying” 

He stared at me with his intense, tax–like eyes. “Comeone honest with me, and I’ll give you the juiciest stuff I’ve got 

Hesitating Trecalled Mr. Webb’s advice from earlier. 

Sering my conflicted expression, Norman teased. “Still not telling the troth? Hmm?” 

Finally, I admitted. 1-1 lost memory, and I don’t love Elijah anymore.” 

For a moment, Norman froze, then burst out laughing so loudly that his friends waiting for food nearby turned to see what was going on. Embarrassed, 1 tugged at his sleeve. “Stop Laughing What’s so funny?” 

Norman tried to control is laughter, grinning, “Alright. That’s good. If you’ve forgotten him, that’s even better.” 

1 quickly added, “But you have to keep it a secret. Otherwise, I might lose the divorce case.” 

Seeing how cautious was, Norman could est utiling my hair, leaning in close to blow a ceasing breath by my ear 

“Don’t worry, Arianna. Your secret’s safe with m 

The mature of his unique cologne and faint cigarette en stirred an unexpected spark within me 

With a plate wink, he slid his hands back into his pockets and entered ahead 

Teri, sensing something was up, came over. “What did Mr. Wood say to you?” 

I showed her the idence on my phone–photos and videos of Elijah’s indiscretions. 

Tori beamed. “Well, this trip was worth is!” 

Bur couldn’t shake 

frowning slightly. “Why do I feel like there’s something odd about Norman?” 

that 

Teri raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Are you kidding? He’s been flirting with you the whole time! He keeps calling you Arianna, but the way he looks at you. Well, let’s just say he’s got th elschievous gleam in his eye.** 

I staminaced. “No way!” 

But despite my words, a hint of discomfort lingered. 

Norman was the type who thrived in nightlife and knew exactly how to charm. Few women could probably resist him. Luckily, he wasn’t my type. 

Just then, we were called over for the meal Teck eagerly pulled me along to join the others for the late–night beast 

it was my first time having a seafood meal at a beachide shack with strangers. The dishes were fat from fancy, but they were incredibly fresh and flavorful. 

Sea folk enjoyed simple cooking, much like my grandmother had. To my surprise, I ended up eating quite a bét. 

After everyone had their fill, Normando un back to Halton Cry 

When we reached by apartment, he opened the door and glanced back, noticing Teri, who was fast asleep, still clutching the bag full of cash, 

He duckded uddly, “Your friend bere is quite something” 

Itrased, “Are you interested in her? I could introduce you! 

In a will move, Notman pag the car door froze, arms instinctively crossing over my chest, staring at him in shock. 

With Botlands braced beside me, kus tall figure towered over me, caging in gazed down with a sly smile, like a well–fed, lazy leopard eyeing his prey, curious to see if it would make