Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband - Chapter 1617: What are you doing? Put me down!

Chapter 1617: Chapter 1617: What are you doing? Put me down!

Sitting in the driver’s seat, she furrowed her brows in confusion.

At this moment, a burst of cellphone ringtone broke the silence. She took out her cell phone and glanced at it, noticing that it was Isaac Stuart calling.

Ever since he confessed his feelings to her, Isaac Stuart had seemingly avoided contacting her recently. Ever since that confession, the dynamic between them had become markedly more distant and unfamiliar.

Fixing her gaze on the familiar name displayed on the screen, Belinda Howard answered the call.

“Hello, Brother Eduardo.”

On the phone, Isaac Stuart stayed silent for a few seconds before letting out a soft chuckle and asking, “Have you finished work?”

Belinda Howard hesitated for a few seconds before softly responding, “I’m done with work, but… my car broke down…”

Hearing this, Isaac Stuart couldn’t help but knit his brows slightly, then offered, “Wait for me at the company entrance; I’ll come pick you up.”

Belinda Howard’s line of sight involuntarily shifted to Fenton Stuart, who was standing just outside the car window. She then nodded lightly, “Okay.”

Immediately, she hung up the call.

She opened the car door, stepped out, and cast a glance at the man standing before her before turning to walk toward the parking lot exit.

However, she hadn’t moved far when she suddenly felt her feet leave the ground, her whole body lifted into the air. By the time she reacted, she was already securely cradled in Fenton Stuart’s strong arms!

“What are you doing? Let me down!” She glared at him, struggling to break free.

Fenton Stuart ignored her protests, walking unhurriedly toward his brown Maybach with her in his arms.

He placed her directly in the passenger seat and quickly got in himself, locking the car doors behind him.

Belinda Howard furiously tugged at the car door handle, but no matter how hard she tried, it wouldn’t budge!

She turned to face the man in the driver’s seat, her tone urgent and frustrated. “What exactly do you want!?”

“Sending you home.” The man’s voice was calm, his words unhurried, and he started the car.

Over the past five years, he knew he had deeply hurt her. But even so, he would never allow her to get close to other men—even if it was his own younger brother.

“I don’t need you to take me home!” Belinda Howard’s voice rose with fury.

But Fenton Stuart didn’t spare her a single glance, ignoring her protests as he focused on driving, smoothly pulling the brown Maybach out of the parking lot.

“Fenton Stuart!” His indifference only fueled Belinda Howard’s frustration.

Yet, throughout her outbursts, he remained expressionless, staring resolutely ahead, entirely deaf to her complaints.

Only when the car arrived at the Howard family’s residence did Fenton Stuart finally unlock the car door. Without wasting a single second, Belinda Howard swiftly pushed the door open and leapt out of the vehicle.

As he watched her rushed figure disappear into the grand entrance, a faint, nearly imperceptible trace of melancholy flickered across Fenton Stuart’s face.

His brown Maybach remained parked outside the villa, his gaze fixed on the second-floor window as its light flickered on and then extinguished. It wasn’t until deep into the night that he finally drove away.

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The next day, early morning.

After finishing her morning routine, Belinda Howard had just headed downstairs intending to eat breakfast when she heard her younger brother, Karina Tanette, call out to her from the sofa.

“Sis! Come quickly and look! That superstar Audrey Jenkins—she’s actually been blacklisted!”

Belinda Howard paused in her tracks, her brows slightly knitted, then walked over to her younger brother, who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper.

At this moment, Camila Walker, who had been setting out chopsticks in the restaurant, couldn’t help but walk out after overhearing the conversation, glancing curiously at the newspaper in her son’s hands.

“Belinda, wasn’t that Audrey Jenkins your friend?” She remembered Belinda mentioning long ago that she used to be friends with Audrey Jenkins.

But it seemed that over time, Belinda rarely brought up Audrey Jenkins anymore. Camila Walker wasn’t sure exactly what had happened between them.