Urging Him to Get a Divorce (Aveline and Xavier) novel Chapter 737

**A Divorce 737**

“Oh, come on! I was just teasing you. You’re definitely not the type to rise with the sun for a jog. That’s more my uncle’s style,” Marcus said, his laughter lightening the morning air.

“Ah, you little rascal,” he scolded playfully, shaking his head. “Dad’s getting ready to shower and then he’ll head off to work.”

With a smirk still on his face, he turned on his heel and retreated to the bedroom, leaving Leona to navigate the morning chaos alone.

Leona busied herself in the kitchen, waiting patiently for Mason to finish his breakfast. She watched him as he packed his bag for school, the excitement of a new day evident in his eyes. After sending him off with a cheerful wave as he hopped into the car, she returned to the house, feeling the weight of the day settling on her shoulders.

Entering the bedroom, she caught sight of Marcus emerging from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair damp and tousled. She took a moment to appreciate the sight before her, but her curiosity quickly took over. “Did Xavier really take that project away from you? Not even letting you have a shot at it?”

Marcus’s expression shifted, a shadow of disappointment crossing his features as he met her gaze. “Did you honestly think I was just spouting nonsense last night?”

Leona pursed her lips, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “I understand now. I’ll head over to the Beltran mansion and have a word with the Patriarch. I’ll make sure to get that project back for you.”

His anger flared, and he shot back, “Why on earth would you go to the Patriarch? You should be the one apologizing to Xavier!”

“Going to the Patriarch will only infuriate Xavier further,” Leona replied, her tone firm. “You need to grasp the situation—Xavier is the one calling the shots right now.”

“He still has to listen to the Patriarch,” Marcus countered, but Leona was already moving towards the door.

As she passed by the sofa, her eyes landed on Marcus’s crumpled clothes strewn carelessly across it. With a frown, she bent down to pick them up. “How many times do I have to remind you? Dirty clothes belong in the hamper!”

She marched out of the room, clutching the offending garments tightly.

In the laundry room, just as she was about to toss the clothes into the hamper, a familiar scent wafted through the air. She paused, bringing the fabric closer to her nose. The unmistakable aroma of a woman’s perfume enveloped her senses.

Her heart raced as she tossed the clothes into the hamper with a mix of anger and confusion. Storming back into the bedroom, she found Marcus in the walk-in closet, slipping into his pajamas. Without hesitation, she stormed up to him and shoved his shoulder. “You bastard! Which woman’s bed did you crawl into last night?”

He froze, a tense silence hanging in the air. His back was turned to her, but she could sense the tension radiating from him. Slowly, he turned to face her, his expression darkening. “Are you out of your mind? I told you, I was drunk and fell asleep on a couch at the bar.”

“The Patriarch and my mom both said I should convince you to stop acting like this,” Marcus replied, his voice tinged with frustration.

“If you could just stop making Xavier mad, I could secure more projects from him, and then I wouldn’t have to endure all this business entertainment,” he added, trying to reason with her.

Leona shot him a glare, her patience wearing thin. “Marcus, your company isn’t on the brink of collapse. It’s been thriving, making plenty of money. Don’t treat me like I’m naive. You just enjoy going out for drinks.”

“One day, you’re going to drink yourself into a grave,” she shot back, her voice laced with concern as she looked at his swollen face, a testament to his late-night revelries.

With that, she turned on her heel, her anger simmering beneath the surface. Marcus, sensing the shift in her demeanor, let out a sigh of relief, grateful that she wasn’t escalating the situation further. He climbed into bed, hoping to steal a few moments of rest.

Just as he settled in, his phone buzzed on the nightstand, breaking the silence. He reached for it, glancing at the screen to see a message from Josephine.

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