Dexie smiled sarcastically, "It seems like your appetite has grown after living with my family for so many years. Do you really think you're the heir to the family?" Roxane was so agitated by Dexie's insult that she almost lost her mind. Releasing her pent-up anger, Roxane blurted out, "I am the heir to the Domino family." Silence filled the room immediately after Roxane's outburst. As they turned to Dexie, guilt and panic instantly replaced their previously dark faces. Dexie raised her eyebrows, put on a playful smile, and then looked at Roxane. "What? Did you just say?" Dexie asked, her eyes flickering with amusement. Roxane's mind was hazy with anger. As she calmed down, her heart raced uncontrollably when she encountered Dexie's mocking look. She refused to meet Dexie's eyes, lowering her gaze. Before Roxane could respond, Dexie looked from her to Rodel and laughed. "If I'm not mistaken, did she say that she is the heir to the Domino family?" "No, no, that's not what Roxa
Even though he was the corporation's head, he was still a member of the Hansley Corporation, not the Domino Corporation.He was merely an employee of the Hansley family.The sarcastic smile on Dexie's face reminded Rodel that she was a member of the Hansley family, and a hint of murderous intent appeared in his eyes.Dexie's presence reminded him of the shame of depending on her husband, and it was as if his history of relying on a woman could only disappear if she were gone.All the members of the Domino family crowded into Roxane's room.There were only two or three maids who stayed to serve Dexie.However, the maids had disapproving looks in their eyes.Mrs. Dawson was too ruthless and vicious.Even though Ms. Domino was not her biological sister, they had lived together as sisters for more than a decade. Mrs. Domino was seriously ill. How could Mrs. Dawson be so cruel to herself? Now that Ms. Domino is in critical condition, no one knows if she will survive. How could Mrs. Dawson h
She paused for a moment, then laughed lightly before continuing contemptuously, "Mr. Dawson, what are you trying to achieve here?"As she spoke, she felt the grip around her waist tighten, likely due to Luke Huxley's embarrassment at her words. However, Dexie remained unfazed. Her smile widened as she remarked, "The way you're behaving right now is quite... unpleasant!" Her words carried a weight that seemed to crush him. He was reluctant to acknowledge her words as they struck a chord with the unresolved issues in his heart. A few days earlier, she had signed the papers as he had requested, while he had been unwilling to do the same. The question lingered in Luke Huxley's mind why he had hesitated. When his grandfather had pressured him to marry Dexie for her family's inheritance, he had harbored deep resentment towards her. He failed to see that she was merely a pawn in the Hansley family's scheme to manipulate him through his grandfather's threats. Luke Huxley was prepared to rel
The one who tried to fight for a position with him was his uncle—not his bastard son, but his illegitimate son, his grandfather. How could an illegitimate son take something that belonged to him?In the end, Luke Huxley married Dexie as his grandfather wished.To Luke Huxley, it didn't matter who she married, as long as he appeased his grandfather.He had gotten what he wanted from the family last year. As for Dexie, he continued to ignore her.Now that her grandfather had passed away, he finally filed the divorce agreement, which she had been planning since she got married.However, he didn't expect Dexie to stop messing with him and agree to a divorce so decisively.What was even more unexpected was that his heart was a mess when she signed the papers.Dexie noticed that she kept a straight face and said nothing. While he was lost in thought about her, she quickly withdrew from his arms.She straightened her slightly wrinkled shirt and calmed down. I hope you can sign those papers as
Marilyn repeatedly advised Dexie to divorce Luke Huxley, whom she considered a failure and a bastard. Just mention of his name made her mutter expletives. Dexie took the vodka from Marilyn with a slight smile and brought it to her lips, causing her to cough from the burning sensation. She felt sick and nauseous, with a strange feeling in her throat, fearing she might vomit. "Dexie, how can you drink such strong vodka in one go?" Marilyn asked, concerned as Dexie's cheeks turned bright red. Marilyn rushed to pat her on the back. "How do you feel? Are you okay?" After recovering from the shock, Dexie reassured Marilyn, "It's okay. I was just thirsty and drank too fast." She looked away, hiding the pain in her eyes, then poured herself a glass of vodka before slowly responding to Marilyn's question. "Honestly, I realized a long time ago that he doesn't love me. He hates me. It's fair..." Dexie paused, with a self-deprecating expression, and added, "I'm not ready to give up, you know.
Just at this moment, Simon's cell phone rang. He took it out and looked. Taking one look at Marilyn, he stood up, walked to a corner, and picked up the call. "Luke Huxley?" "Simon, where are you?" Luke Huxley's voice came from the other end of the phone. "I'm at the Woodlands Clubhouse with Marilyn," Simon replied. "I'm coming over. Have a drink with me," Luke Huxley said. Simon was speechless.He turned around and looked at Marilyn, thinking to himself, "Luke Huxley will suffer once more. Marilyn won't let him off the hook easily." However, he did not convey this to Luke Huxley. "Okay." After hanging up the phone, Simon returned to his seat and sat down. Marilyn looked at him questioningly. "Who was that?" Waving the mobile phone in her hands, Simon replied, "Luke Huxley." Marilyn frowned at the mention of Luke Huxley's name. "Why did he call you?" She narrowed her eyes at Simon, a hint of warning in her voice as she continued, "Don't get too close to him. I'll teach you a
After the doctor left, Luke Huxley was still sullen. Dexie, who was drunk, didn't utter a word. Leaning silently into Luke Huxley's arms, she moved her lips as if whispering something. Luke Huxley stood up from the couch with Dexie in his arms. "I'll take her back first," he said. Simon raised an eyebrow curiously, "Didn't you come here to drink with me?" His words made Simon pause. He held Dexie's hand a little tighter. "Maybe some other day," he said, pretending to leave. "Where are you taking Dexie?" Marilyn interjected, "You don't have a valid reason to do so. You're harassing her, don't you realize?" Luke Huxley was taken aback. He took a few deep breaths to compose himself. "Marilyn, Dexie Hansley is my wife," he stated firmly, feeling entitled to take Dexie home. If someone else had said that to him, he would have made them suffer. "Wow! Now you admit she is your wife, huh?" Marilyn rolled her eyes. "I heard from Dexie that she was divorcing you. She signed the papers."
Luke Huxley's Adam's apple kept bobbing up and down as he tried to suppress the warm feeling in his abdomen."Tell me, am I smart?" Dexie was like a stubborn child, determined to receive praise.When she was drunk, Luke Huxley had never seen her in such a state. Though she wasn't hysterical, it was harder for him to resist her.He felt like she was on the verge of losing her sanity, but he had to cooperate and convince her. Pinching the space between her eyebrows."Smart, very smart."As expected, Dexie was satisfied and flashed him a beautiful smile.At that moment, Winston entered with hangover tea and paused when he saw the intimate scene between the couple. Did he walk in at the wrong time? Dexie hesitated for a moment until Luke Huxley calmly took her hand."Bring it," she cleared her throat and said."It's okay," Winston approached and noticed Dexie's drunken state. She must have been confused and drunk when she hugged Luke Huxley. Winston felt a pang of regret.“Mr. Dawson, she