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
Dexie thought to herself as she took a small spoonful of oats, her face expressing disdain. Before she could swallow it, she heard Winston's words. "Mrs. Dawson, I didn't change your clothes. Mr. Dawson changed them for you." Dexie choked on her oatmeal, startled by the news.Her mind raced at the thought of Luke Huxley changing her clothes, causing her coughing to become uncontrollable."I'm just changing clothes for you. Why are you so excited?" She heard a cold, sarcastic voice above her.Dexie looked up to see Luke Huxley in sportswear, sweaty from his run, looking at her with a slight smile. She blushed at his teasing remark, feeling embarrassed."You're so excited that your face is red. Is that necessary?" He continued, making Dexie purse her lips and grip her spoon tightly.She took a deep breath before resisting the urge to splash the oatmeal on her face.Marilyn was right. This is a dog—one who likes to praise himself. Suddenly, she came to her senses, and her eyes opened."Yo
“Why are you so quiet now? Are you finally realizing that your little tricks won't work on me?" Luke taunted, not realizing the depth of Dexie's emotions. Dexie's heart sank as she realized that Luke's perception of her was so shallow. She had been nothing more than a source of amusement for him during their marriage. The memory of his indifference after her accident in her previous life stung her deeply. Feeling a mix of hurt and anger, Dexie mustered the courage to speak up. "Luke, you may see me as a joke, but I am more than that. I deserve respect and love, not just your amusement." Luke's expression shifted as he registered the pain in Dexie's eyes. For the first time, he saw beyond her playful facade and realized the depth of her feelings. Guilt washed over him as he realized how he had neglected her emotional needs. As Dexie's words lingered in the air, a new understanding dawned on Luke. He had underestimated her all this time, but now he was determined to make amends and
He didn't have time to explain it to Winston."Please call a taxi for me. If Luke Huxley asks, just tell him I insisted on leaving."Now that his dear ex-girlfriend has returned from abroad, the busy president is likely to inquire about his ex-wife's status.She believed Winston cared about nothing.Faced with Dexie's determination to leave, Winston had no choice but to call a taxi for her.Since Winswood House was in a wealthy neighborhood, people here had drivers, so the area hardly had taxis.It would take a long time for the taxi to reach Winswood's house.Dexie did not want to stay in the bedroom that brought back too many memories. With Winston's help, she descended the stairs.As she passed through the courtyard, she noticed the Malus bed she had planted was still there."Why are they still here?" Dexie glanced at Winston out of the corner of her eye."I had asked a maid to throw it away, but Mr. Dawson would not allow it," responded Winston truthfully.Luke Huxley didn't allow
“No..." When Luke Huxley was about to say "no need," he suddenly changed his mind and said in a deep voice, "It's up to you." After that, he hung up the phone. His face darkened even more. "Dexie Hansley, how dare you act however you want?" Luke Huxley spoke angrily."Why did you bring that ungrateful woman home last night? Why did she call Winswood Home to ask him about her injury?" Watching her distance herself from him, Luke Huxley realized he didn't even care about whether he cared about her. After a while, he still felt angry. He was angrier than when his grandfather forced him to marry Dexie. At this moment, Luke Huxley did not realize that he, a man who had always remained composed, would lose his temper easily whenever it came to things related to Dexie in recent days. After some time, Luke Huxley pinched his forehead irritably. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, trying to push thoughts of Dexie out of his mind. Just then, his cell phone rang, alerting hi