Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 331

Roseanne felt a stir of emotion she couldn't quite name, a longing for something more, a desire she had never experienced before.

Meanwhile, Leda had just dropped them off and was heading to the pub when, out of nowhere, her peaceful drive was interrupted by a sudden crash. A Maserati slammed into the back of her car right as she was parking outside the pub.

Fuming, Leda stormed out of her car and confronted the driver, "Can't you drive? What, is your foot glued to the accelerator? You're speeding in a parking lot, not even watching where you're going? My car wasn't even fully parked yet, are you blind? How could you just ram into me like that?"

The driver's door of the Maserati swung open and out stepped a man with a grin, "Ah, look who it is. No big deal, no need for such a temper."

York, all smiles, approached Leda.

"Well, well, if it isn't Mr. Big Shot himself," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

York looked at the back of the Ferrari, winced at the damage, but still managed to joke, "Just a minor hiccup, really. I was going a tad fast, wasn't paying enough attention, and voilà, our cars got a bit too friendly, huh?"

"Cozy? With you?" Leda rolled her eyes. "Let's get one thing straight."

He coughed. "Alright, our cars had a little moment. Happy now?"

Leda snorted.

"I'll take full responsibility. I'll have the insurance company take your car for repairs."

"As you should! It's entirely your fault! And now I'm stuck without a ride..."

"Come on, Ms. Reynolds, as if you're short on cars," York retorted.

Losing interest in the argument, Leda tossed him her car keys, "I've got better things to do. You deal with this."

As she was about to enter the pub, a woman suddenly charged at York, slapping him across the face.

The sound was crisp and echoed in the parking lot.

The woman's tears were like rain, yet York's face remained emotionless, his stance unmoved by her embrace.

"Are you unhappy with the settlement, Ms. Alexia?"

The woman stiffened, stepping back from him, her eyes wide with shock and then brimming with disappointment.

"York, you have no idea what love is. You think everything can be measured with money."

She cleaned her tears, took a step back and said, "But one day, you'll meet someone who isn't moved by money. You'll experience the agony of yearning, the bitterness of unrequited love. You'll be restless, consumed with thoughts of them, anxious and insecure."

"And then, just like me, you'll be scorned, trampled on, buried in the dirt!"

"I wish you a lifetime of longing without fulfillment, of gain followed by loss, of regret so deep it scars. You, of all people, don't deserve happiness."