A Widow's Poison A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 749

Brinley had desperately wanted to remain at The Yelchin Estate, to cling to the memory of the life she once shared with Faraday.

But she was denied even that.

Cast out into the cold once again, she knew she would never step foot through those iron gates for the rest of her life.

...

Meanwhile, in the convoy.

Shortly after getting into the car, Starla's phone chimed with a text from an unknown number.

The message read: [Stay away from Herbert Farley. He's not a good man!]

One glance at the tone was all it took to know exactly who sent it.

Fairfax. It couldn't be anyone else...

Calling Herbert a bad man? That was rich, coming from him. As if he were some kind of saint.

He was the absolute worst of them all!

Fuming, Starla immediately dialed the number back.

It rang exactly once before letting out a sharp *beep*, cutting the connection...

She was clearly blocked.

Herbert glanced over. "Who are you calling?"

"Just a friend."

Starla flashed him a bright smile, hiding the truth.

Seeing her warm expression, a soft, affectionate smile touched the corners of his mouth. He gently took her hand, folding it into his large palm.

"It should be warming up in here soon," he said softly.

Despite his rugged, mature features, the tenderness in his voice perfectly offset the dominating aura that naturally surrounded him.

"I always feel warmer after a good meal," she replied smoothly.

"Is that right?"

"Yeah," she nodded.

Just then, Herbert's phone vibrated with a message. Like her, he didn't offer to show it.

He glanced at the screen for a mere second before sliding the phone back into his pocket. Yet, Starla distinctly felt the temperature in the car drop as a subtle, icy tension radiated from him.

The motorcade arrived at the airport with an imposing presence.

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