The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 154

Lucy's fingers hovered over her phone screen as she gazed at the snow outside, a frown etched on her face.

Kingsley, she thought, this wasn't over. She'd make sure of that.

Shane, receiving the message immediately, walked quickly to Kingsley with the tablet. "Sir, Miss Lynwood has replied."

Kingsley lowered his eyes to scan the angry text. There was no ripple of emotion in his eyes, but his fingers curled slightly.

He swiped open the video Shane had recorded and asked calmly, "You only filmed the part where I hit him? Why didn't you film the earlier part where he was beating me?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he paused, a low murmur escaping his throat, laced with self-mockery. "Filmed or not, the result is the same."

Even if she saw him getting beaten, she probably wouldn't have any reaction.

Shane looked back at him, his tone helpless. "Mr. Sherwood, by doing this, Miss Lynwood will likely only hate you more."

Kingsley didn't respond, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the edge of the tablet. Thinking of the calm in Lucy's eyes, like a stagnant lake, he felt dissatisfied. He would rather she hate him.

He suddenly tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing a faint smile.

Hate him? So what? At least hate was a form of remembrance. It was better than how it was now, where he left no trace in her heart at all.

At The Vista Gardens, the entryway lights had just turned on.

Paula heard the commotion and came out to greet him. She immediately spotted the injuries on Kingsley's face and froze, her tone a mix of reproach and shock. "Mr. Kingsley, you're nearly thirty. Why are you still getting into fights like a child?"

Kingsley changed his shoes and sat casually on the sofa, his tone lazy. "Life is too boring. I need a little fun." He paused. "I'm hungry. Make me a bowl of noodles."

Paula hurried over, staring intently at the bruises on his cheek and mouth, her brow furrowed tight. "Have you treated these wounds?"

Her fingers almost touched the bruise before stopping. She sighed softly. "You've offended someone; they hit really hard."

"As if you ever figured it out before," Jane said, mercilessly exposing him. Her tone was knowing. "What other idea could he have? He staged this whole scene just to make Lucy contact him."

Thurston raised an eyebrow. "That guy is too calculating."

"You aren't much better," Jane rolled her eyes at him, then pointed to the lychees on the table. "I want lychees."

Thurston immediately stood up, obediently responding, "Wait, let me wash my hands first."

Jane picked up her phone, her finger hovering over Lucy's name in WhatsApp. She initially wanted to send a message to warn her, but then paused and put it down.

Her darling Lucy was brilliant. How could Kingsley's little tricks fool her?

Thinking this, she couldn't help but smile, reaching for a lychee to peel for herself.