Chapter 285: Nightmare
He really was getting more childish as he aged.
He was divorced, yet he was acting like a kid trying to grab candy. He wished everyone knew that the candy he had let go, was still his if he decided he wanted it.
Wasn't this just childish and domineering?
...
Victoria Bennett shoved her phone into her pocket, running her hands through her hair in frustration. "Brother, didn't Ava get a divorce? Why did she spend the night with her ex-husband? This morning, he answered her phone—it's obvious they slept... together last night," she said, her voice growing fearful as she watched her brother's expression change.
William Bennett was already dressed.
He wore bright white loungewear, but his face was stormy.
"Victoria Bennett, you should go home," he said.
Spotting the dark aura around William Bennett, she knew it wasn't just anger or rage, but something even more terrifying.
"Brother, are you okay? Maybe there's been some misunderstanding. I'll call her again later to see what's really going on with Ava," she tried to reassure him.
"Just go home," William repeated, his voice calm, but Victoria could tell from his tone he was growing impatient.
Normally, she could joke around and tease her brother, but not now.
Her brother's crush had just slept with another man, and if she kept pestering him, she’d definitely face his wrath.
"I'm going now, but remember, I'm always on your side, love you," she told him, forming a small heart with her fingers before tiptoeing out of the room.
William Bennett then went to the bathroom, freshened up, and left the house.
He drove tirelessly, veering off course when he should have been heading to his office. William Bennett's speed kept increasing, his mind racing with thoughts that eclipsed any concern for the road ahead.
Why had Ava gotten back together with Alexander Mitchell?
They were divorced, thoroughly and irrevocably. Alexander had hurt Ava deeply, yet she had fought hard for her freedom. Why would she willingly return to him? Ava Anderson, what could possibly be the reason?
Even if, deep down, Ava still harbored feelings for Alexander, that was no excuse to degrade herself in such a way. Why would she willingly diminish her self-worth?
William Bennett was furious, angrier than he had ever been with Ava Anderson before. He even fantasized about confronting her, demanding to know why. But what right did he have to do so? The only thing he felt he could do was floor the gas pedal.
...
"Don't!" Ava Anderson suddenly opened her eyes wide as sweat poured down her forehead.
She bolted upright in bed, clutching her racing heart. As the bathroom door swung open, Alexander Mitchell stepped out, worrying, "What's wrong, Ava?"
Drawing closer with hesitation, he sat beside her on the bed and gently caressed her sweaty forehead, then wiped it with his hand, asking, "What happened? Did you have a nightmare?"
Her face was ashen.
"Yeah, it was just a bad dream," Ava managed a weak smile.
"What did you dream? You look terrified."
"I...," her nightmare flashed back—the one where William Bennett had died.
Shaking her head vigorously, Ava tried to dispel the terrifying vision. Dreams were supposed to be the opposite of reality, after all.
"What did you dream about?" Alexander pressed.
Quickly fabricating an excuse, Ava said, "I dreamt that someone was chasing me—it scared me to death."
She avoided mentioning William Bennett to keep Alexander from getting upset again.
