Love and Devotion No Longer His to Claim (Angela and Dexter) novel Chapter 282

Unfortunately, back then, Dexter hadn't appreciated it at all. He'd only watched coldly from the sidelines, mocking Angela for doing unnecessary things.

Now, she could only sigh at how the only constant in life was change.

She could still make an effort to bring him happiness, but now it was out of gratitude, not love.

After freshening up, everyone went back to looking like how they were before. They gathered for a proper meal, enjoying themselves until it was past 10:00 pm before gradually dispersing.

Angela was completely exhausted by then. She dozed off in the passenger seat on the way home.

Dexter drove quietly, occasionally glancing at her. The whole situation felt somewhat surreal to him.

At this moment, all her earlier liveliness was gone. It was as if the wild and carefree person from before had never been Angela at all.

When they arrived home, they each returned to their rooms.

Fiona had already heard about how Angela had gone all out for her disappointing son's birthday by then. Thrilled, she went straight to Dexter's study.

"Any progress? Since Angela put so much effort into your birthday, she must still have feelings for you. Why don't you take this chance, and maybe the two of you can—"

"She merely threw me a birthday party. That's all," Dexter interrupted Fiona. "Besides, she did it to repay me."

Fiona sighed in frustration upon getting shut down. "Angela sure is a stubborn one. I wonder who she takes after. Oh, right, isn't her father still unwell? Why don't you try winning him over?"

Dexter replied flatly, "Her father is in the hospital because of her. She practically has him under house arrest."

Fiona became even more disheartened. "Dexter, I don't even know what to say to you. You're just so…"

Forget it. She figured she'd just maintain a good relationship with Angela herself. That way, they could still be close friends in the future.

Zack was the worst of all. He sent her dozens every day—half of them were ones he had made himself in his office when he had nothing better to do.

Wasn't this a little over the top?

Angela felt like she had accidentally destroyed the cold and aloof image Dexter had spent years carefully maintaining.

Right then, someone knocked on the door. Angela put down her phone, snapping back to reality.

It was Clara. "Ms. Graham, we have a problem."

She had a grave expression on her face. She walked over, concisely explained the situation, and handed Angela a tablet.

Angela's face darkened instantly. "Is there something wrong with Logan's brain? Why would he fire a pregnant employee?"