Chapter 88 – Divorced! Now What to Do?

“You should just leave your jokes for your wife.“ With that, he raised his lips in a faint smile and said toward the man behind him. “This is your staff? I ‘m surprised.“

Standing outside the door, Jude’s expression was dark like the sky before a storm.

He frowned. “I’ll deal with him.“

“Okay.“

Nodding lightly, Brettley lowered his eyes and glanced at Bethan. “Do you want to stay here and continue playing games with Director Wilson, “ he spoke, his tone vaguely threatening, “or do you want to leave with me?“

Bethan went mum. She did not want to choose either one of them, but Brettley had announced in such a high-profile manner to the group of people that she was his woman. She could not go against him and embarrass him in front of everyone.

The words she said had already angered him. If she made him angry again, she did not know what he would do next.

After all, with her current status, she was not even a servant in his household anymore. He could do anything he wanted to her.

At the thought, she could only smile flirtatiously and leaned into him, drawing circles on his chest. “Of course I’d choose to leave with you, Dear.“

With that, she glanced at Director Wilson coldly. “I don’t want to play games with a fat pig at all.“

Director Wilson’s face flushed until it took on a similar color as a piece of pig’s liver. Seeing his face flush with anger but at the same time knowing full well he could not do anything about it, Bethan felt pleased.

She smirked as she looked at Brettley. “Dear, let’s go.“

With that, she raised her head and looked at him but realized he was already staring at her.

Their gaze met.

She looked taken aback and slightly confused, while his gaze was hot and fiery.

Bethan pursed her lips, but just when she was about to avert her gaze, he swept her into his arms and strode out of the room.

Brettley carried her out of the bar and threw her into his car, exerting a fair bit of strength when he threw her.

Bethan was thrown onto the leather seat, and though she was not injured, his movements were not gentle at all. She still, more or less, felt the impact.

She struggled to climb upright in the backseat of the car, but before she could, Brettley had leaned over.

The car door slammed shut with a bang, closing them off from the outside world.

Bethan felt like her head had exploded.

She exerted all of her strength and struggled against Brettley. “Let go of me! “

“Didn’t you say I was sick?“ He turned vicious, locking her down securely. “If I didn’t spread my sickness to you today, how could I live up to the defamatory labels you stuck on my back?“

He managed to know it all that night, but what if he did not?

Would she take it a step further, making up tales about him while flirting with other men?

At the thought of the scene that greeted his eyes, his gaze turned cold as he pressed her hands to the top of her head.

Bethan gritted her teeth and wanted to put up a fight, but her rational mind told her she should not.

She should cooperate with him; Nigel’s illness needed her to provide a cure…

At that thought, she made up her mind as she abruptly lifted her lips in a light, airy laugh. “What’s wrong, Mr. Morrison? Can’t you control yourself anymore?“

The man on top of her stiffened.

She took this opportunity and turned, raised her hands to circle his neck, and planted a kiss on his Adam’s apple. “Are you not going to consider my previous suggestion? “ She purposely pulled her tone high and purred seductively like a cat.

Brettley’s eyes turned cold in an instant.

“Get out! “ In the next moment, he pulled her hands away and opened the door. “Get out! “

She did not expect he would react that way.

From their years living as husband and wife, she knew him well—he was obviously aroused.

She was just going with the flow and making a request. Why did he…

“If you still don’t get out, “ his low, warning tone rang in her ears, “I ‘ll ask Director Wilson to come over.“

Bethan’s face turned white.

The affection she held for him because he helped her get rid of Director Wilson disappeared completely.

She pursed her lips, straightened her clothes, and strode out of the car, slamming the door shut powerfully.

She grew angrier at the thought after taking two steps away. She turned and glared at the car behind her. Regardless of whether it was six years ago or at that moment, he had not changed his bad habit of being a fake hypocrite!

At this thought, she turned and glared at the car behind her again before she left, huffing angrily as she did.

After she was gone, a dark figure walked out of the pillar in the parking lot. Jude pulled open the car door elegantly and sat himself down. “Should I bring you for a cold shower?”

The interior of the car was dark, and none of the lights were on. Brettley sat in the darkness, his voice still hoarse as if he tried his best to suppress his emotions, “Let’s go.”

“What for?” Jude forced a bottle of mineral water into his hands. “The woman just now is quite pretty, and she has a nice body, too. She was still cursing you after she left the car.”

Brettley twisted the cap and opened the bottle of water. “That won’t kill me.”

It had been six years since Bethan Peterson left him, yet he was still alive.

“Hah.”

Jude shrugged. “Since you’re so self-restrained, what happened last night?”

Brettley’s hand that held the bottle trembled slightly. Last night…

In his state of drunken obliviousness, he had mistaken her for Bethan Peterson.

Bethan’s anger still sizzled in the pit of her stomach as she stepped out of the taxi. It was by chance that she saw Neil sitting near the flower bed at the entrance to their housing area, seemingly talking on the phone.

She frowned and approached him. “Why aren’t you home?“

The little boy shrugged. “Godmother and her boyfriend are acting all sweet and lovey-dovey. I don’t want to be the third wheel.“

With that, he glanced at Bethan silently. “Mommy, do you want to go upstairs and be the third wheel?“

Bethan was mum for a moment before she cleared her throat. “How long have they been up there?“

“Around half an hour.“

Neil sighed. “Mommy, do you think we can still spend the night at Godmother’s house tonight? I saw her crying in her boyfriend’s arms just now, and both of them were laughing and crying.“

He switched to a more comfortable position and swung his short little legs in the air. “Are dating adults so emotional?“

Bethan rolled her eyes at him. “You won’t understand.“

Anne and John had just gotten together and they almost broke up, but the misunderstanding was solved. Dating couples were more emotional, and Bethan could understand that.

Alas… Bethan was reminded of her own situation.

When she was with Brettley, she never experienced such drastic emotional changes like this. They never argued.

More accurately, he found it below him to argue with her.

He would retract his claws and follow her opinion when he was in a good mood, but would leave her in the large, empty house to reflect on her mistakes when he brooded.

“I genuinely don’t understand the emotions of dating adults,“ Neil sighed. “I’m tired, though. I really am, Mommy. I still have to attend kindergarten tomorrow with that group of childish little kids.

“It’s almost nine at night now. I have to have at least eight hours of quality sleep every night! “

Bethan rubbed the spot between her eyebrows helplessly.

Her son was astonishingly similar to Brettley in the aspects that he should not be, such a high-class habit such as this one.

She sucked in a deep breath. “Wel… Should we go to our original apartment, the one that was burned down?“

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