Divorce Has Never Felt This Good

Divorce Has Never Felt This Good Chapter 177

Rory lowered his gaze to study Becky. When he looked into her beautiful eyes, something stung his heart.

Her gaze on him was frigid. But her grin was sweet and endearing when she was with Devin.

A wave of overwhelming emotion washed over Rory. He tried to shake it off but failed. “You’re the writer of ‘Only I Know’, right?”

Becky was stunned for a while. She had thought Rory came here to blame her for Denise’s sake.

She laughed and said, “You are hilarious. I have no idea how you think I drew that, given my little artistic ability. It’s obvious that it was created by someone who used her own personal experiences as inspiration. For the whole duration of high school, the author secretly loved a guy. I’m curious as to why you believe this project pertains to us. Or are you so egotistical that you believe that I fell in love with you when you were 17?”

Becky’s comments managed to break Rory’s composure. He approached her, but she didn’t back down. He didn’t stop until he was mere inches away from her.

Rory fixed her with an intense gaze. “Then tell me this; why does the hero look exactly like the sketch you made for me?”

Becky was stunned for a second, but she quickly recovered and said, “Maybe you should ask the painter.”

“The painting styles are the same.”

It had not occurred to Becky that Rory would be able to see it. She cocked her head as she stared at him.

She knew she would lose if she tried to avoid his gaze.

The staring contest went on for a long few seconds until Rory eventually averted his gaze.

“It doesn’t matter that you want to deny it,” he said, his tone unconcerned.

Becky’s expression hardened at this. “If that’s what you think, why are you asking me?”

She turned around and left. It was obvious that she was trying very hard to control her anger.

Rory stood there, his fists clenched by his sides, a strange sense of joy creeping up in his heart. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

He knew Becky was the painter.

However, he couldn’t remember he had met Becky when he was seventeen years old.

Rory turned away, pulled out his phone, and called Aiken.

Aiken hadn’t anticipated Rory calling him this quickly. He raised his eyebrows and asked, “Am I daydreaming? I can’t believe you would call me.”

Rory ignored the jibe and asked, “Who was the junior high school girl who loved to follow me while I was in high school?”

“Your query is a touch alarming, Rory,” Aiken said, taken aback at the suddenness of the question.

“Stop the bullshit. Tell me,” Rory said sharply.

Aiken gave it some consideration before saying, “Well, I think there was just the one.”

“Who?”

“Raina,” Aiken answered.

Rory ended the call. He shouldn’t have asked Aiken since the latter was completely unreliable.

It would have been wiser to have Lowell look into it.

The corridor was empty as Rory’s footsteps faded into the distance.

Soon, Denise emerged from a corner of the balcony.

After such a shameful thing happened to her, she had intended to leave the party through the side door, but she had seen her brother and Becky chatting not far away.

Denise hadn’t been ready for such a stunning revelation.

Becky had a crush on Rory when she was a teenager.

She had even released a comic book for him!