My Remarried Wife

She opened her sleepy eyes, looking right into a pair of deep and glacial eyes.

The man’s eyes were as sharp as a wolf’s eyes, and his nose was towering into the clouds. His thin lips were tightly closed. Although he was sitting in a wheelchair, he looked so overwhelming that no one could approach him.

“Are you Melissa?”

After being stunned for only two seconds, Forsythia immediately sat up from the bed and looked at the man at a loss.

She nodded intense silence.

She was married to the Ye family for Melissa, so she didn’t dare to expose her identity.

“Hum…so interesting.”A tinge of indifference appeared in the corner of his eyes. He took out an envelope from his pocket and threw it in front of Forsythia. She carefully picked it up and opened it, only to find her sister’s photo and material.

It seemed that he had grasped the information about the person he was going to marry.

But why didn’t he speak out at the wedding?

Clenching the envelope tighter, Forsythia bit her lower lip and took a glance at Richie with her glassy black eyes.

“Do your family think that I can marry anyone because I have a leg disease?”

“I’m also the daughter of the Shen family.”

“A divorced daughter? Is the Shen family treating the Ye family as a trash bin? ”

His straightforward words almost made Forsythia unable to raise her head. She bit her lower lip hard. It was true that a remarried woman would be loathed by many people, but that was the reason why her parents asked her to marry into the Ye family.

The man’s voice was as frozen as a basin of cold water before he could say anything more.

“You have five minutes. Go out and clarify everything. Get out of the Ye family.”

What?

Suddenly, she raised her head and stared into his eyes.

“No way!”

couldn’t leave! If she tell the truth, it meant that the Shen family would offend the Ye family in the future. By then, how could the Shen family gain a foothold in

a boyfriend. She won’t want to marry into the Ye family,” said Forsythia in a low voice, walking to him and lifting the hemline

of your sister?” A mocking smile tugged at the corners of

her courage and

For you, marrying who doesn’t matter, or you would have

if

hands to promise. Her glassy black

He squinted at her.

want! I don’t

deathly pale, and her lips were trembling. Before she could speak again, Richie had

and wanted to catch up with him, but was stopped

Shen, please behave

so anxious that she shouted at his back, “if

the ultimatum had been delivered to Richie, Forsythia was ready

pause. He didn’t move but turned his head slightly. There was a cold light in the corner of his eyes, and his voice seemed to come from hell. “Who

that as long as Forsythia said

was going on? He was a person with leg disease, but why was his presence so

no turning

her fists, and obstinately looked

let me

new hostess to be so timid and bold that she even dared to

of the wheelchair and slowly approached her. His eyes were as

two

short time, the man in the wheelchair came

said in a mood and stared at her

“Unwind me…”

made Forsythia flustered. She

Overbearing and dangerous.

her of the

was as domineering as the person in

pale. Why did she think of that

was like a shame