Attracted By My Ex-wife

"Then please love her well." Ryan turned around indifferently.

Pursing his lips, Kevin stood there and watched Ryan walk away. Anne was in the crook of his arm. When Ryan disappeared from view, Kevin impatiently threw her to the ground. "Headache?"

he said the word emotionlessly, with doubt in his eyes.

The last moment, she was on cloud nine as Kevin claimed that she was his woman in front of Ryan. Now he sent her to the rock bottom. She came to her senses then, as she felt off balance, and then the cold, hard ground.

She replied simply, "No."

"I hope you are not lying." Kevin turned and left her lying there, his coldness on full display. "You still have to take care of Cherry tomorrow. Don't pretend to be sick."

Anne's heart suddenly ached, 'Pretend to be sick?' Why should she do something like that? She was Anne, not some urchin. She wouldn't scheme like that. 'Kevin, why do you have the same dirty thoughts as Cherry?' she thought inside.

"We'll see how I feel tomorrow," she said coldly. And with that, she stalked off.

When she reached the door of the box, she lost her balance again. Fortunately, Emily happened to find her there, and keep her from falling again.

Standing in the corridor, Kevin saw what was going on. He felt like his heart had been pricked by countless needles. It didn't hurt, but it was certainly uncomfortable.

Irritated, he took out his phone and made a call. After the phone was connected, he shouted at the person on the other end, "Come take Mrs. Anne home."

Emily suggested Anne call Sam Feng to check on her, but Anne nixed the idea.

Her face looked even worse than that when she was in the club, so she insisted on taking a hot shower and catching some Z's instead.

Her temples throbbed painfully. After taking a hot bath, she lay on the bed, but found no relief at all.

She recalled what Kevin had said and done to her today. Her heart felt like it had been stabbed by a needle. She closed her eyes tightly and bundled herself up in the quilt.

There was still a long way to go. She couldn't be weak or fragile. Not now. She didn't want to give up yet.

In the empty room, her ears were particularly sensitive to sound. The sound of her phone told her there was a WeChat message waiting.

She didn't move, but WeChat's insistent tones rang again, twice in quick succession.

After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and got out of bed. The phone was on the table three meters away from her bed.

Standing at the table, Anne opened the WeChat interface. There were three messages from Ryan.

you gone

"You're unhappy with him."

what do

replying, she turned off her phone and lay back on

did she want? Maybe it was a little extravagant, but

felt better. She decided to

early today, "Kev, is my dress okay?" She wore a

waist bent like that, she was absolutely ravishing

and squinted his eyes affectionately. "It's so beautiful that Grandpa will feel like

from the peanut gallery. We'd better check on Grandpa's birthday gift. If anything goes wrong, I can't show

hoarsely, knowing he couldn't

an intense expression on her

on my desk before twelve o'clock today." With a grim face, she pushed the plan aside.

and dissatisfied. He bit back a retort and fumed

made them worse. She was in a foul mood, and she wanted to let

annoyed,

Zhang stood up gingerly and walked

up, notifying her of a new WeChat message.

introduction was too boring. She

the WeChat page and saw the name "Kevin". Her heart skipped a beat.

I warn you again. Don't be late," the message read.

stream of pain spreading through her heart and sneered at the same time. What else could her husband do except call her and threaten her over

Zhang. "What in the hell were you thinking? That won't work

more nervous. They began to think to themselves, 'Is Mrs. Anne in a bad mood today? So she vented her anger on

bold managers gossiped about

kidding me? I don't even know he ever

then no wonder she's in a bad mood all the time. No guy around..." The more they

She screamed, "Mr. Kevin!"

voice startled the ones who were gossiping. They immediately shut

not behind them. They breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same

you should do more often." While they

on fake smiles. "It's a team-building exercise. One person gets harangued to see

in sorrow.

ran to Anne and comforted her carefully, "Anne,

weary. She knew what Emily might want to say to