Attracted By My Ex-wife

"If you disappear in front of me now, I will definitely have a good appetite."

Anne was starving so much that she could definitely finish two bowls of rice if he would vanish right in front of her.

"I get it. You don't want to see me. Am I that ugly that it makes you don't want to see me?"

After what was said and done, Kevin realized that Anne still wanted him out of her sight. Did she loath him so much that she didn't want to see him?

Ugly? She was dumbfounded that the man could describe himself with such a word. 'If he was ugly, there would be no handsome man in the world.'

"I hate you. That has nothing to do with your appearance. I hate you from the bottom of my heart and it will never change for the rest of my life."

It was the first time that she had voiced out how she loathed him. She knew how high his ego was, and those harsh words could have made him furious that he might stop pestering her again.

"You hate me from the bottom of your heart? Anne, do you want me to teach you a lesson?"

His eyes narrowed at her. 'This damn woman! How could she say she hates me from the bottom of her heart? When do I make a woman hate me so much?'

"Mr. Kevin, if you really want to teach me a lesson, I will hate you more!"

Her eyes were cold and it shadowed the intensity of his gaze. Didn't the man have anything to do except threatening her from time to time?

Kevin clenched his fists as he contained his anger. 'Is this damn woman threatening me by seizing my weakness?

She knows that what I worry most is her hating me more and more. But she still threatens me with that.'

"Come out to eat. I don't want to bury your body in two days!"

He ordered Anne with a cold voice still containing his anger.

No matter how much she hated him, the most important thing for her was to eat. What if she really starved to death?

'Bury my body? How could this man speak so wickedly?' Anne thought.

"As long as you leave, I will come out for the meal,"

she said in a cold tone and disregarded his cocky attitude. She continued to stand for what she wanted.

"It's not up to you!"

Kevin had begun to lose his patience and irritably pulled Anne out of the room. He had no choice but to use his brute force to teach the woman a lesson. He knew that the friendlier he was, the opposite she would be.

She was pulled out of the room before she could even

the hell are

would look. He didn't care where he

see? Anne, do you want me to explain it to

sight of his hand loosened up by Anne. His eyes

beg

it was senseless

you even telling me that you don't want to see even the child? Anne, do you

that we

when he spoke about their child. The strong feeling of a mother missing her child overpowered her heart. That was what she wanted, but this

plan to let me see the baby, do you? Kevin, do you think it's

he was playing her. He had used the child to seduce her the last time and she

baby is also yours. You have the right to see him. But if you always treat me like this, I won't let you see the

would be nice to him, he might let

so you can let me see the baby? Kevin, if you're just playing

She wouldn't want to miss any chance to see her

the time

How can I be that hollow? Does she think that I don't have the integrity at

what do you want me to

was set that she would do anything just to see her child

me first. No man

nicer to me? Why does she

what Kevin meant. Angry as she was, she

I'll be careful in

aside her feelings. She had decided that

this way from now on. If you keep saying that you want to drive me away, you will never

of the

the urge to curse him. She stood still and lowered her eyes so that he couldn't see her

noon now. Do you think it's time for

breakfast yet. She must be hungry by

but he didn't want to show that he cared, so he

Mr. Kevin. I'm going

calm tone, but she gritted her teeth in annoyance. For her

to cook in her

torture her like that every day, she might have a hard time. His personality was exceptional and she might offend him if she

busy examining the woman in the small kitchen. It

who was sitting in her living room, reading a newspaper. A trace of