My Flirtacious Husband novel Chapter 700

Chapter 700 He Did Not Want Her

Back then, the most ruthless method Sylvie used against Genevieve was to have someone spread rumors about her and Jan.

She had never wanted to take the latter's life.

She merely wanted to realize her dream of being a renowned celebrity and having lots of money, living the high life. However, everyone used her and wanted to ruin her.

Even her manager—Joyce—who had been with her for a long time, conspired with Johanna to set her up for the sake of money.

Past events flashed across Sylvie's mind, one after another.

Her tears flowed even swifter, and she questioned Zayne, “Why must I allow them to pick on me? Was it wrong of me to fight back? I've got no parents or a brother whom I can rely on, but I'm human, too. I will also feel aggrieved and livid.”

Zayne had more or less read some of her past from the internet, but he didn't dare ascertain whether she was speaking the whole truth.

Nonetheless, her shaking shoulders and aggrieved expression as she sobbed then were exceedingly pitiful.

After Sylvie had finished crying, she wiped her tears with the back of her hands. In a hoarse voice, she murmured, “Thank you. If it weren't for you, I might still be in the rain. Also, thank you for sending me to the hotel. You may go back now.”

Zayne's lips twitched, but he said nothing in the end.

When Zayne stepped out of the suite, he spotted Faith leaning against the wall. He had no idea how long she had been standing there, but she immediately straightened upon seeing him.

“What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see whether your cousin needed anything. The hotel's restaurant offers supper. Is your cousin hungry?” Faith had her hands behind her back, and she sounded slightly nervous.

At the thought that Sylvie had been kneeling in the rain for several hours and had no time to eat, Zayne replied, “Please have the restaurant prepare some food for her.”

“Sure!” Faith took out her phone and texted the restaurant manager.

Entering the elevator, Zayne pressed the button for the ground floor. Then, he took out his phone. “I'll transfer the cost of the room and food to you.”

“It's okay—” Before Faith had even finished speaking, she received the money.

Faith was no fool. Discerning the rejection in his words, she suddenly felt devastated.

She stared at her shoes, her voice carrying a hint of ridicule and grievance, “It's the first time I ever had a crush on someone for so many years, but I got rejected in a heartbeat after confessing my love.”

Her family was no match for the Zeigler family, but it wasn't all that far beneath the latter. As such, she was undoubtedly worthy of him.

Regretfully, he didn't want her.

Faith lifted her hands and rubbed her eyes, lest she embarrassed herself by crying. “Forget that I ever said anything earlier. We're still friends henceforth, yes? I don't want you to feel so awkward that you dare not come to my house to look for my father in the future.”

Zayne breathed a sigh of relief at her consideration toward him. At the same time, he also felt unworthy of her feelings for him.

After bidding her farewell, he left the hotel.

No sooner had he gotten into the car than he received a call from the deliveryman who was to send the medicine to Sylvie. “Mr. Zeigler, I rang the doorbell for a long time, but no one opened the door. Did you make a mistake about the room number?”