A Love Rekindled

Chapter 101

I comforted Caroline, saying, "How about this? You focus on your work, and I'll go there this afternoon to keep watch. If I spot someone familiar, I'll find a way to follow them in."

Caroline was already overwhelmed by the promotional plan. She nodded. “Keep in touch."

And so I drove to Calista Gallery. I ended up circling the area for a while because the gallery was in a remote location, and I wasn't familiar with the route. It took me a while to find the exact location.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Caroline was the one who usually scouted out places. So, I had no choice but to call her for help "It's not your fault. That area is full of twists and turns." Caroline comforted me and suggested, "You can try something else."

She instructed me to park by the roadside and observe the passing vehicles. If I noticed three or more luxury cars heading in the same direction, it was most likely where the gallery was.

That made sense. Yet, the moment I hung up the phone, I suddenly felt my body lurch forward, crashing into the steering wheel. Ouch!

A blue Porsche had run into my car.

Ignoring the sharp pain in my wrist, I glanced into the rearview mirror, annoyed

Trouble was the last thing I wanted.

I opened the car door in frustration. But when I looked up, I saw the familiar shade of dyed gray hair.

It was Jonah.

He still had a pair of bright red headphones around his neck and was wearing a vintage jacket matched with denim jeans. At a glance, he appeared rebellious yet full of life.

After briefly exchanging a glance with me, he grinned. "Nancy. this must be fate."

I was at a loss for words. "What a coincidence.”

A sharp pain suddenly shot through my wrist, and I furrowed my brows unconsciously.

"Are you injured?" Jonah wasn't a fool. He stepped forward nervously. "Let me take you to the hospital.” It's fine," I said, recalling the situation with Camille. "Can you check my car for me?"

Jonah was surprised. "Are you saying the car is more important than you?”

"It's not..." I didn't know how to explain. "I have something urgent to attend to."

‘Even if it's'urgent, you still need to. go to the hospital,’ Jonah insisted "Leave ‘the car for the i insurance company to deal with.” >

With that, Jonah supported me cautiously, afraid of hurting me further.

I tried to move my wrist, but pain shot through me again. It seemed like a sprain. "We definitely need to go to the hospital.” Jonah looked anxious. "I'll call a cab." With the pain in my wrist and the upcoming art exhibition in mind, I refused Jonah's offer after a brief consideration.

“It's just a minor injury.” I said, shrugging him off. "It's nothing serious."

Jonah, whe-was rummaging through his car for his phone, turned aroundand glared at me. ‘Nancy, you need to take better care of- yourself I don't care. You have go to the-hospital.” “

I rubbed my temple, feeling a headache coming. This kid was young yet stubborn

Just as I was about to refuse again, noticed a:gold invitation letter onthe passenger seat of Jonah's car‘The words " ‘Calista Gallery" were written boldly on the cover. -