A Caged Songbird's Escape: Into the Arms of a Predator novel Chapter 263

A sleek black Bentley cruised smoothly down the road.

In the back seat, Rowan had been resting with his eyes closed, pretending to doze. When his phone buzzed, he opened his eyes at a leisurely pace, barely glancing at the caller ID before answering.

The moment the line connected, Rex Wilkinson’s voice burst through. “Did you see the messages in the group chat?”

He’d just finished work and checked his phone, only to find the group blowing up—his emotions whiplashed like he’d just watched a melodramatic soap opera.

Little Elissa, it turned out, was the person Frank had been searching for all these years. The real deal. The one he’d never gotten over.

The chat was a frenzy of excitement, and everyone had already made lunch plans to meet up. Rex, though, couldn’t even string a sentence together. He only cared about Rowan’s reaction, so he called right away.

Rowan’s features were cold and severe, his voice icy as he dropped three words: “I’m not blind.”

Two hours ago, when his plane had landed, he’d already seen Frank’s announcement in the group.

Anyone who knew Rowan could tell—he was seriously pissed.

Rex pressed on, “So… you’re just giving up? I mean, she and Frank are legally family now. It’s not like we can do anything out of line, right?”

Especially with someone like Rowan—proud, dignified, always above reproach. The fact that he’d lowered himself to play the secret lover was already shocking. There was no way he’d push his luck and demand answers from Elissa.

Their relationship was probably finished, just like three years ago when they’d gone their separate ways.

Outside the car windows, summer trees cast shifting shadows across Rowan’s sharply defined profile. His expression was unreadable, but his voice was faint as he asked, “Why should I give up?”

Those words, “give up,” didn’t even exist in his vocabulary anymore.

Back then, she’d rather risk her life jumping out of a car than not marry Frank. He’d given up once, but never again.

He’d given them their shot. If Frank blew it, that was his own problem.

Rex sensed trouble and couldn’t help but ask, “What do you mean? Your flight just landed, right? Where are you headed?”

Worried Rowan might do something rash, Rex warned, “You know how stubborn your sister is. She’s even more hardheaded than you. Don’t try to strong-arm her…”

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