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My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 176

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About My Darling, My Dearest - Chapter 176

My Darling, My Dearest is the best current series by the author Ye Hao Ran. The Chapter 176 content below will immerse us in a world of love and hatred, where characters use every trick to achieve their goals without concern for the other half—only to regret it later. Please read chapter Chapter 176 and stay updated with the next chapters of this series at nisfree.com.

When Rachel thought that they were finally finished with shopping, Lea just handed the things to her driver and waved her hands enthusiastically. "Let's go on to the next shop!"

Rachel's legs were so sore that she almost fell to the ground. She quickly reached out and pulled Lea back. "Can't we rest first?" she whined.

Lea thought about it for a while before nodding. Besides, it was still early, and they still had two hours left before dinner.

They quickly entered a busy cafe and ordered themselves two cups of coffee and plates of pastries.

Rachel had been exhausted after the long hours of shopping she had. They had probably entered fifty shops in an hour.

She rubbed her ankles once they'd finally sat down,

wincing in pain.

Although Lea was never short of money, she probably spent around a hundred thousand dollars in one hour alone.

She had never done this before, so there must be something that was setting her off.

Rachel took a sip of coffee to alleviate her thirst before asking, "What's with you? Why are you buying so many things? Have you won the lottery or

something?"

Lea shrugged. "These are actually for free," she explained. "I didn't pay a single dime for any of them."

"For free?" Lea's face darkened at the thought of the man's name. However, she didn't even need to say it for Rachel to know. It was all over her face.

"Henry?" Rachel blurted.

Lea clenched her fists.

"Don't even mention that bastard."

Rachel leaned back against her seat, blinking at the profanity. Her friend was usually more put-together than this. That would mean that something must've set her off. "Did you guys fight?"

"Of course not." Rachel was about to tease her for not telling her the truth, but she quickly interrupted her. "This is the money he has given me to be his sugar baby."

Silence had fallen upon them for the next few seconds as Rachel widened her eyes. "What?" Lea just had a fight with Henry the other day,

and she was furious.

She didn't expect that after two days of separation, he would give her a bank card. A part of her thought that he would return to apologize to her before she would go back for work.

To her disappointment, all he did was sent a stranger to deliver the bank card to her.

When she tried to call him, he was even more shameless. "I'll buy you everything you want. You

don't need to work," he said.

Her face had flushed dark red.

She thought that he would finally come to his senses and ask for her forgiveness.

What she didn't expect was for him to throw her a bank card as if she was short on cash. Did he really think she was that desperate?

Did he think she was a gold digger? Was that why he had given her the card?

At the thought, Lea gritted her teeth. She hated that man for even implying such a thing. It was as if he didn't even know her.

Was she his sugar baby or something? They had another screaming match on her phone.

The fight they had, had done nothing but bring back feelings of sadness and depression that had clouded her for days.

If he had said that it was because he cared for her welfare, she would've let that one slide. However, Henry could only assume that she worked as an airline stewardess because it was well-paid.

"Do you really think that I need the money?" she had demanded in the phone, ready to punch the wall in front of her.

"There's another reason. I'm afraid that someone will hit on you like I did," he confessed.

Lea had become angrier.

What had she done that made him look at her that way? She wasn't a fucking prostitute!

"Henry!" She clenched her jaw. "You're the worst

man I've ever dated!"

She didn't even bother to hear his reply before she hung up.

Henry tried calling her again once he had calmed down, but she didn't even bother to answer his phone anymore.

Lea already had enough of him. After everything that he had put her through, she already heard enough of his bullshit.

Without anther thought, she blocked him.

After meeting Rachel, she couldn't help but complain about the events that had transpired between them the last two days.

She had been complaining for so long about Jack that Lea had already gotten to despise the man.

However, just as Lea had been helping her get rid of him, Rachel suddenly fell into the abyss of love.

If Lea knew about this, she'd be furious.

Noticing that Lea was still in a bad mood, Rachel thought about it and decided to conceal the truth for the time being.

She planned to tell her once she got better.

Although she didn't need Lea's consent,

she still hoped that her best friend could support her through this.

Rachel wanted to be met with happiness instead of disappointment.

Or at least, she hoped that Lea would forgive her for choosing him again.

She didn't want to be met with a cruel "I told you so1' if things between them didn't really work out.

"What are you thinking?" Lea waved her hand in front of her face.

Rachel shook her head and said, "Nothing."

"What do you mean nothing?" Lea cocked up her eyebrow.

"I was thinking about you and Henry."

That shut Lea up almost immediately.

Seeing her expression, Rachel couldn't help but laugh. "I'll stop. You can tell me whenever you're ready."

Lea finally loosened up as she shook her head.

They had always told each other everything.

In fact, they were best of friends.

That was how they had grown up together. They knew each other's secrets like the back of their hands.

Since they grew up together, they knew each other better than anyone. Plus Lea had always played a role of an elder sister to Rachel.

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