Ex-Husband Begone novel Chapter 134

She didn’t want to do that.

She wanted to die, but also wanted to die with dignity.

Did you admit it?

The man was surprisingly not angry, but his tone became much milder.

She lowered her head.

Terrence was default.

He released her waist and leaned against the car door. “So, the

purpose of your pretending to be sick was to prevent me from

taking Krista to the hospital?”

Terrence’s anger subsided by half.

Bethany admired his thought process and raised her hand,

“What have you done, don’t you know?”

Terrence frowned slightly, “It’s time for you to wake up and

realize what you have done.”

We had communicated well last night, but when I woke up this

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morning, the decision had changed.

He was said to be wealthy, powerful, and confident, but why

didn’t he go assertively and snatch his true love? He only knew

how to force her.

Talking about all kinds of nonsense excuses, tools, he didn’t

understand a single word.

He was infuriated.

Terrence’s hand slipped into the inner pocket of his suit, took

out his cigarette, and lit it.

While smoking, I patiently waited for Bethany’s response.

Bethany looked at his calm and stern face, sometimes blurred,

sometimes clear, whether clear or blurred, he was handsome

and unattainable.

She admired him for being able to appear so carefree.

He elegantly blew a puff of smoke onto her face, as if flirting,

“Haven’t thought it through yet, hmm?”

Bethany didn’t want to have any more entanglement with him.

She gestured irritably, “Our matters, we’ll handle them

ourselves. Don’t take your anger out on others. As long as you

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promise me not to pick a fight with the Mendez family, I

guarantee that you’ll immediately disappear from your sight,

out of Vespera Villa.”

Terrence’s gentle and handsome face suddenly darkened. He

took a deep drag of his cigarette, and beautiful smoke rings

escaped from his mouth. He pinched the cigarette butt and half

of his body leaned into the car.

Bethany instinctively pressed her back against the seat back.

But Terrence threw the cigarette butt into the car’s ashtray.

This man, always so refined and elegant, makes people’s hearts.

tremble.

Just now, he had already held the unfinished half–cigarette

between his thumb and index finger, annoyed to the point of

almost angrily flicking the cigarette butt away.

But he still didn’t litter everywhere.

He leaned into the car, not pulling his upper body out, but

getting closer to Bethany. The knuckles of his hand tightened

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