Chapter 2-ex-husband

Natash's POV

My face was somewhat pale.

I rarely attended such social gatherings, and this time, I was reluctantly pushed into it by my boss due to the secretary's absence.

As the assistant in charge of finances, I found myself at this event, but the wine glass in my hand made me feel uneasy.

I gazed at the glass that had been thrust upon me and stole a glance at Jaclyn Dills.

Suddenly, it dawned on me that this man was not going to make things easy for me.

There was a glint of ruthlessness in the depths of his distant gaze. Yes, it would be unforgivable for me to bring up the divorce first, considering Jaclyn Dills's esteemed reputation.

I forced a faint smile, and this smile gradually spread across my lips.

I raised my glass and spoke with a double entendre, "The past is behind us, and in the future, Mr. Dills, I hope you'll be more accommodating." With that, I raised my glass and downed the contents, feeling quite resolute.

Jaclyn Dills's smile faltered for a moment. His eyes revealed an unapologetic sharpness as they rested on me.

After a considerable pause, he averted his gaze and began conversing with those around him, leaving me standing there.

I offered a slight, bitter smile, set down my glass, murmured an apology, and made my way out.

I entered the restroom at the end of the hallway and leaned over the toilet, retching up the alcohol, my throat constricted.

Even after vomiting, I still felt an itch spreading across my back. I scratched a few times, but it offered no relief.

I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on my face. The icy water sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but shudder.

My head was spinning, and I called my boss using my phone. Perhaps feeling somewhat guilty for the situation, my boss didn't waste time and immediately agreed to let me leave early.

I struggled to endure the itch on my back as I made my way out. The severe allergic reaction was making me feel dizzy and disoriented. I didn't even notice Jaclyn Dills waiting outside the restroom.

As soon as I emerged, he grabbed my hand and began pulling me out.

I resisted for a moment but couldn't break free. He held onto me firmly, pulling me forward with a volatile air about him that warned people to keep their distance.

He glanced back at me, and I didn't dare resist any further. I let him drag me, stumbling all the way out of the restaurant.

As I stepped out of the restaurant, an involuntary shiver ran down my spine. I suddenly remembered that I had left my coat inside.

The early winter's cold wind was biting, and I couldn't help but shiver.

I tugged at Jaclyn Dills, saying, "My coat is still inside."

Jaclyn Dills glanced back at me. I must have looked quite different from his usual impression of me.

I was wearing a white fitted blouse that covered my upper body, with a few buttons on the collar undone, and a multicolored scarf draped around, fluttering in the wind.

Below my black knee-length skirt, I had on a pair of high-heeled shoes with heels that measured at least seven centimeters.

This height made me shorter by more than half a head compared to Jaclyn Dills.

I had changed a lot, gaining a sense of independence and crisp professionalism that didn't seem to be to Jaclyn Dills's liking.

Furrowing his brows, Jaclyn Dills took off his own wool coat and wrapped it around me, using the motion to encircle me in his arms, partly holding and partly hugging me, then guiding me towards the parking lot.

Jaclyn Dills opened the passenger door and issued a low, commanding order, "Get in." However, I bit my lip, lowered my head, and remained motionless.

This passive resistance triggered a surge of anger within Jaclyn Dills, who had been seething for some time. He reached out and grasped my chin, forcing it upwards.

"I told you to get in. Didn't you hear me?"

I bit my lip, looking at him, and only after a while did I mutter, "We're already divorced."

Before I could finish speaking, Jaclyn Dills scooped me up around my waist, tossed me into the car, and slammed the door shut.

He circled around to the driver's seat, started the engine with a loud hum, and the car shot out of the parking lot with such force that I hadn't fastened my seatbelt in time.

My body lurched forward, and I urgently grasped the handhold above to avoid slamming into the windshield.

The earlier resistance had depleted all my courage, and now, I was genuinely afraid of him. I couldn't even bring myself to look at him.

I've always been timid, and especially at this moment, I didn't want, nor could I afford to, get entangled with Jaclyn Dills.

Jaclyn Dills's anger flared up within him. The veins on his forehead bulged, and I was no longer concerned about my own fear. It was quite cold outside earlier, so I didn't feel it, but now, inside the car, the heat made me acutely aware of an unbearable itching sensation on my back.

I was about to scratch it when Jaclyn Dills slapped my hand down hard. His slap was forceful, and my hand felt numb.

"If you dare to scratch, I'll chop off your claws."

The car came to a slanted stop, and I realized that we were right outside DGK Hospital.

 Before I could fully grasp the situation, Jaclyn Dills lifted me up abruptly.

I couldn't help but let out a soft gasp as I dangled in mid-air.

Instinctively, I clung to his neck as Jaclyn Dills carried me inside.

I suddenly felt uncomfortable with this, so I tried to wriggle out of his grasp, saying, "Put me down. I can walk on my own."

Jaclyn Dills briefly halted his steps, lowering his gaze to me and replied, "Move again, and I'll throw you out."

I believed he was fully capable of doing just that. This man had always been reckless, and he had never shown me an ounce of compassion.

As we registered, waited for a doctor, paid the fees, and picked up medication, I sighed while looking at the needle in my hand. I tilted my head slightly, and not far from the window, he was on the phone.

Half of his face was hidden in the shadows, enhancing the already handsome contours of his face, making them appear even more mysterious.

His casual posture still exuded an air of elegance, just like the first time I had seen him.