No Remarriage for us Stay Away (Lenora and Zachary)

Chapter 527 Think You Have Gone Mad Zachary tilted his head, his gaze lowered. The fringes hanging over his forehead concealed the expression in his eyes.

Before he could even speak, Tamara, in a fit of madness, glared furiously at Zachary. Her eyes were filled with hatred, as though she was looking at her sworn enemy. She roared, "You ingrate! I should have strangled you to death when I had the chance. Then I wouldn't have to spend half my life in lonely misery in a foreign land!"

No one knew that a few days ago, upon learning of Bertram's business trip to Fairlake, she had immediately packed her bags and rushed over. She wore the dress they had promised each other in, her makeup a tad too mature for her age, all in the hopes of a chance encounter with Bertram. She fantasized about his mesmerizing gaze that had captivated her back in the day.

However, by the time she found out about Bertram's whereabouts and rushed to the restaurant, she saw him sitting across from Jasmine. He was serving the latter a piece of steak, an undeniable display of affection.

The smile on Tamara's face cracked in that instant.

And so, over the past few days, she had kept her distance, trailing Bertram discreetly. She watched him stroll through the streets with Jasmine and lavish the latter with luxury.

The sight felt as if she was stabbed in her already broken heart. Yet, she couldn't help herself. Like a desperate voyeur, she couldn't resist watching them display their affection for each other at a distance. She fantasized about being the one by Bertram's side. The more reality disappointed her, the more resentment she harbored toward Jasmine.

All she felt was regret, as back then it was Jasmine's sheer luck that saved her from a catastrophe.

I should have never held back, and it would have been better if she had just finished Jasmine off!

Her emotions surged to their peak when she saw the six of them sitting together, dining. These feelings gradually overwhelmed her, causing her to lose her composure.

Zachary looked at her, sniggering in disbelief. "I really think you've lost your mind."

He didn't want to say anything more to her, so he turned around and started to walk away.

Upon seeing this, Tamara was taken aback and cried out, "Stop! I told you to stop! Do you even see me as your mother anymore?"

However, all she got in response was the gradually receding silhouette of Zachary.

"Ah!"

Fuming with rage, Tamara was on the verge of exploding. With no outlet for her anger, she took it out on a nearby car, punching and kicking it relentlessly.

The dispute between the two and her erratic behavior drew some sidelong glances from passersby.

"What are you looking at?" Tamara scowled, shooing the onlookers away in Uprian. She then opened the car door and sat inside.

Emerging from the bathroom in her pajamas, Lenora noticed Zachary sitting motionless on the couch, his posture as still and serene as a meditating priest. His head was lowered, lost in thought. She expressed her surprise, "You're back so soon?"

"Mmm-hmm."

Lenora felt something was off. "Where did you go just now?"

His return was so quick that it was unlikely he went to deal with work.

"What happened to your face?"

Before Zachary had a chance to respond, Lenora noticed what seemed to be a handprint on his face. She walked over for a closer look.

Yes, I'm not mistaken. Did someone hit him?

"I went to see Tamara," Zachary replied softly.

Lenora had guessed it was her. Apart from her, no one else could have compelled Zachary to endure such a slap.

"Was it her who called you while we were having dinner earlier?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Did she see us dining together?" Lenora speculated.

He returned quickly, so I guess Tamara must have been downstairs in the hotel.

"Yes."

Lenora had already guessed why Tamara was seeking Zachary. Most likely, it was yet another attempt to force Zachary to leave her.

She didn't pry any further. Getting up, she located the first aid kit and took out some anti-swelling ointment and a cotton swab. She then sat next to Zachary. "Tilt your head a little. I'm going to apply some medicine." "Alright."

With that, the room fell into silence.

The only sound that could be heard was the restrained breathing of the two individuals.

She figured that he was in a bad mood then.

But what can I say she say to persuade him to part ways with me? Besides, I'm not a fool. There's no way I can get him to go along with Tamara's agenda.

As Lenora was almost done tending to him, Zachary suddenly remarked, "She's lost her mind."

His voice was filled with nothing but helplessness and annoyance.

Hearing Zachary say this, Lenora pondered a little more. "Could it be... she was the one who called Mr. Hoffman during dinner?"

"Yes, she was."

Lenora cast a glance at Zachary, tossing the cotton swab in her hand into the trash bin.

"I think I'm beginning to understand her mindset," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"She had invested so much into Bertram, letting go now would be tantamount to admitting that her choices in the first half of her life were mistakes. It would mean that she has wasted decades for

nothing. How could she possibly accept that? Given her character, she would undoubtedly do

everything in her power to prove that

her initial choices were right."

There was no caller ID on the phone, but as soon as Bertram saw the string of numbers, he knew it was Tamara. This indicated that Tamara had been in contact with Bertram before, and Bertram hadnoveldrama

remembered the latter's number.

Even though it appeared that Bertram didn't want any further involvement with Tamara, he didn't block her number. Instead, he simply turned off his phone.

Zachary wore an exhausted expression, leaning on Lenora and burying his head into the crook of her neck. He muttered, "I really don't know what to do with her, and I don't want to bother with her anymore."

Lenora raised her hand to stroke the back of his neck, feeling the slightly prickly stubble. "Stop thinking about it, and go rest," she said.

Within the presidential suite of another five-star hotel, Jasmine was dressed in her pajamas deep in the night, leaning against the headboard of her bed.

After watching Bertram finish his conversation with the person in charge and hang up the phone, she said, "It's getting late; you should rest soon."

Bertram nodded, about to head to the bathroom when his cell phone rang again.

He hesitated for a moment before answering, "Hello... it's getting quite late, perhaps we could... What? Alright, alright, I understand. I'll be on my way right now."

Jasmine, who had initially planned to lie down, propped herself up upon hearing this. "What's up? You're going out now?"

"There's been a bit of a situation at the office. I need to handle it." Bertram furrowed his brows, picking up his coat. "You should sleep first."

"Alright, get someone to pick you up, and be careful out there."

"Okay," Bertram casually acknowledged, then promptly left.

The sight of his urgent demeanor triggered a hostile glint in Jasmine's eyes.

Upon leaving his room, Bertram didn't take the elevator down. Instead, he ascended the staircase to the rooftop.

A chilly breeze blew at the rooftop, where one could have a panoramic view. He anxiously scanned his surroundings, and at last, he spotted a blurry figure in the eastern corner.

With long strides, Bertram approached. As he got closer, he saw Tamara sitting on a stone railing, sipping wine in the chilly wind. A few toppled wine bottles lay scattered around her feet.

Upon hearing footsteps, Tamara

looked up. Her face was slightly

captivating light. She stared at the

flushed, her eyes shimmering with a

man before her, who charm was undiminished by time. "Bertram... you're here."

The woman before him was no longer young. However, the way she looked at him was still the same as it had been many years ago-sincere and passionate. This made Bertram feel as if he had returned to his youth. The cold wind brushed against both their faces.

In a fleeting moment, Bertram regained his composure, regaining his composure.

Although their memories were beautiful, they could no longer return to those times, as they were no longer young. "Tamara, stop drinking," he said, taking the wine bottle from Tamara's hand. "I'll get someone to take you home." "No, I don't want to go."

Tamara instinctively threw herself into his arms, embracing Bertram. "I don't want to be apart from you anymore!"