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

the hell are you

to get rid of his grip without minding how she would look. He didn't care where he was. It was too much. It

am I doing? Can't you see? Anne, do you want me to explain it to

Anne. His eyes suddenly filled with coldness. 'This damn woman is always so

me? I beg you.

tone. She knew it was senseless

in front of you. Are you even telling me that you don't want to see even the

it! Does she forget that

of a mother missing her

do you think it's still useful to

had already done everything he asked but he was playing her. He had used the child to seduce her the last time and she

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

nice to him, he might let her see the

do you expect me to treat you so you can let me see the baby? Kevin, if you're just playing tricks on me now,

admitted that she was tempted. She wouldn't want to miss any chance to

time

her. How can I be that hollow? Does she

you want me

set that she would do anything

have to change your attitude towards me first.

be nicer to me? Why does she have to be so

what Kevin meant. Angry as she was, she had to

I'll be careful in

her feelings. She had decided that she would hold it in

me in this way from now on. If you keep saying that you want to drive me away, you

the tone of the women softened. He liked her

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

think it's time for lunch?

woman hadn't had her breakfast yet. She must be

he didn't want

Kevin. I'm going

in

cook in her

every day, she might have a hard time. His personality was exceptional and she might offend him if she was not careful

face while he was busy examining the woman in the small kitchen. It felt good that she cooked for

in her living room, reading a newspaper. A trace of anger