Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Five: Remember, We're Divorced

Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Five: Remember, We're Divorced

I let them finish their conversation before walking toward the table. It took them minutes to be done. I acted like I hadn’t seen anything.

I was holding my things in the room when he took them from me. “Let me do it,” he said, walking toward the cabinet. I stayed silent. It was already dark when we arrived at his house. It was big, but I didn’t see anyone else around. No guards, no maids. It seemed like it was just the two of us.

Maybe that’s the reason he brought me here.

As he placed my things down, I started to unpack while he just watched me. He let out a heavy sigh. Why? Is he mad because I’m not talking to him? Well, go ahead, get mad, Oldie!

“You’ve been silent for hours. Tell me, is there a problem?” he asked. I rolled my eyes. Really? He would ask that? Oh, I forgot, talking to Ms. Jana doesn’t seem to be a problem for him while he’s letting me stay here.

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