Ex-Husband Begone novel Chapter 115

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She was afraid of falling and didn’t dare to move.

He carried her into the bedroom.

Terrence booked the presidential suite, with a bedroom alone

measuring over two hundred square meters.

The facilities inside were fully equipped.

He sat down on the sofa and didn’t let go of Bethany.

He held her tightly in his arms, as if cradling a child.

The cold and proud handsome eyes stared at her intently, “I

remember you said you wanted to talk to me before, but we

never had that conversation. Today happens to be a good

opportunity, so let’s have a proper talk.”

He wanted to settle the score with her. He wondered where

exactly he had done wrong to her. With all the ups and downs,

it had been days of constant turmoil, leaving him extremely

stressed.

Bethany had long stopped wanting to talk.

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What is there to talk about?

She thought it was her guess, misunderstanding.

In no time, he took Krista on a business trip, with Emery

secretly joining them without her knowledge.

The legal husband’s heart was filled with Krista.

Her biological son disliked her because she was mute. He

wanted to acknowledge Krista as his mother and referred to her

as a nanny in front of the nurse.

What hope could she still have for them, father and son.

She just wanted a divorce.

I left them early and far away, to live my last half year on my

Own.

Bethany’s face was stubborn, her gestures were chaotic,

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

Bethany’s waist was suddenly gripped by Terrence’s large hand.

She stiffened for a moment, her body almost trembling

uncontrollably.

His fist smashed into his chest.

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Soft and fluffy.

No strength.

Terrence’s eyebrows arched mischievously as he grasped the

hand that she had swung at him, his voice husky, “Intentionally

seducing me?”

It was really maddening.

She was angry.

Did he not understand?

Recently, he seemed to have entered a mating season–like state.

Annoying.

He brought her hand to his chest, with deep eyes, lowered head,

chin pressed against her neck, and a scorching breath.

His thin lips, close to her ear, spoke in a low voice that only the

two of them could hear…

“Don’t hang me like this, it’s uncomfortable…”

Thin and cool lips touched her neck.

Bethany gave a start, pressing her hands against his chest with

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