The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 650

She was worried that Joshua might accidentally ruin her plans.

Joshua nodded. “Understood.”

Then he added, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll be heading out.”

“Go on, take care of your business.”

Once Joshua left, Abby, who’d been frozen in place, finally snapped back to herself.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I actually let Joshua intimidate me just now… His presence is intense.”

The feeling she got from Joshua reminded her of the way Sellers made her feel last time—unnerved and a little shaky.

Stella withdrew her gaze. “Everyone has a temper. It’s normal.”

Abby gradually regained her composure. Rather than being angry at Joshua, she actually found herself admiring him more.

“He keeps his word. Not bad at all—a hell of a lot better than that lying jerk Haynes ever was.”

Abby’s resentment for Haynes ran deep. Whenever she got the chance, she’d drag him through the mud again.

Stella said, “Alright, I’m heading out now. I’ll leave the studio in your hands for the time being.”

Abby flashed an “OK” sign. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered.”

…

Hospital.

Rachel lay on the hospital bed, her eyes brimming with tears, gasping softly from the pain.

When the door swung open, she looked up, hope flickering in her eyes.

But when she saw who it was, disappointment washed over her face.

Joshua cut her off. “She’s the eldest daughter of the Williams family. Antoney is the Watson family’s future heir. She has Neville watching over her. Leaving Haynes didn’t ruin her—if anything, she’s doing better than ever.”

His tone was gentle, his obsidian eyes cold and emotionless, almost like a machine.

“If you were in her shoes, would you really want to go back to a husband who doesn’t care, a son who doesn’t love you, and a mother-in-law who treats you like trash?”

Rachel opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Joshua’s clear, cutting words were like cold spring water seeping into her bones.

“People only romanticize the past when their present is miserable. If life is better now than it ever was, who has time for empty nostalgia or regret?”

He glanced meaningfully at Rachel’s injured hand.

“A smart person would never hurt herself just to win a man’s pity. I don’t want to see you ruin your hand. If you lose your ability to play the violin, you lose all your value to me. Do you understand what I’m saying, Rachel?”