My Remarried Wife

Was this woman a fool?

It should be.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be so stupid to ask such a question at this time.

“Is it not that obvious?””Or are you too stupid?”

Forsythia opened her mouth wondering what’s that obvious.

“You remarried woman, I will only say it for once. Don’t expect me to say it for the second time.”He sounded arrogant.

“What do you mean?”

Damn it!

Looking at her inquisitive expression at this time, he really wanted to catch her and spank her hard. He have spoke out what he would never say, but she didn’t listen to a word.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his voice became colder.

“It seems that you don’t care about me at all.”

Forsythia: “what do you mean?I used to sleep well in that small bed. Why do you suddenly want me to sleep in your bed? Is it because I and you… ”

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Richie roughly, “enough!”

The sudden irritability was frightening, and there was cruelty in his eyes.

“Don’t ask if you don’t know. You stupid woman want to sleep in your bed and just ask the servant to help you move back. Do you think I want to sleep with a remarried woman like you?That was a drop in the bucket!such a shame! ”

Forsythia was speechless

Then he turned around and left the room.

left, the room became quiet. Hearing what he said, Forsythia was so angry that her chest heaved. It was impossible for her to ask the servant to help her

the maid for two

could sleep on the floor. The floor had been tidied very clean. She directly spread the two quilts on the ground and moved her pillow and things

Four Piece Bedding Set were missing, leaving only a blue sheet and a blue pillow. It

take a

felt as if someone was pulling her

that she held the quilt tightly subconsciously, but it

opened her eyes, she met a pair of cold and deep

‘Oh, my God!!!

you doing?”Asked

“What do you think?”

quilt tightly in her hand. “I have a

“Is the quilt yours?”

“……”

she took the quilt away from the

asked the servant to clean up my

him anymore.

lay back and

any attention to the expression on his face. All she knew was that she fell asleep again not long

on her back that kept emitting a steady stream of heat. The heat was transmitted to her skin through her

body temperature rose, she frowned and

Finally she felt better.

later, the quilt returned to

continued to kick, and within a few

like a willful child. The heat

eyes. Her cold eyes were drowsy and lazy, which bumped into the dark

to be bright stars

to touch his face. When her fingertips were about to touch him, sleepiness swept over again.

her drowsiness, the hot breath, and something soft pressed on

The soft thing felt dissatisfaction and moved forward a