Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 909

Chapter 909

Drained, Rhea just wanted to sleep. She made some instant noodles, scarfed them down, showered, and collapsed into bed.

But loud knocking shattered the peace. It wouldn’t stop. Half-asleep, she assumed it was a delivery—until she opened the door and saw Phillip. In a wheelchair.

Her instincts kicked in—she slammed the door shut.

“Nothing to say now that you see me?” Phillip asked, forcing his hand through the crack, stopping her from closing it completely.

His grip tightened. “Let me in. I just want to talk.”

She wasn’t buying it. Letting him in would trap her. “There’s nothing to talk about,” she said coldly.