All Chapters of Regretting Divorce : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

71Tyler's mouth curved up as he focused on the driving."I'm not here to fight your crazy ex-husband. Don't worry." He said as if he read her mind.His words didn't settle her restlessness. If anything, it increased her anxiety.Claire appraised the cuts and bruises on his face. It reminded her of Hunter's fury. He did that in RavenMoore. What would he do if he was made aware that Tyler has come to his country? Claire didn't want to think. She didn't want to see any more blood of either Tyler or Hunter being shed by one another. "Go back," She said while looking at him seriously. "I'm here for business purposes, Claire. I can't go even if I want to." Tyler offered without looking up. "Your ex-husband has been a sore sight for my eyes. Do you think I have any patience to tolerate him? You can relax. I have no desire to initiate a fight." "But what happened in RavenMoore...." She breathed deeply. "It must be shameful for you. You were beaten in your own country right in your own f

73Hunter took the lift to go downstairs and hid behind a wall to peek inside the casualty room. The lounge was occupied by some visitors, and amidst them, sat Claire with Penelope Baker, her annoying friend.Claire made a cringe face while helping hold Penelope's hand which she seemed to have hurt in some way."Why do you even attempt to ride a bike when you can't balance it? I have never seen such a stupid person in my life, Penny." Claire ranted. "This is your fifth time fracturing a part of your body in a year after falling from a bike. Why don't you just drop your determination? You can't ride a motorbike and that's it! That's the truth. Embrace it." Penelope made a crying face. Her hand was looking swollen and the side of her wrist was scraped with dried up blood. But Hunter hardly paid any attention or pitied the brunette beauty. His eyes were affixed on Claire's beautiful face. She wore a baby pink top with black short skirt. It was not revealing but something about it made H

75 Her throat contracted with nerves, and she felt herself drowning, choking. Tears trickled out of her eyes. The fact that Hunter was literally behaving like they were one body with two souls made her knees buckle.She was not going to fall though. He had her tightly held after all. So tightly held as if she was his safe haven. As if she were his anchor, and god forbid if he let loose, then not only will he drown but also won't have the strength to come up on the surface as though the currents in the ocean were powerful. Claire quietly lowered her trembling face. She caught only the sight of his ear and the skin around it. He seemed to have rested himself at peace. Fully relieved... Like there was no better place than her embrace. She could feel his soft and unrushed breathing. The warmth of it. Her neck numbed under the warmth of his hot breaths. She couldn't see it but she could bet that his eyes were close. He could fall asleep in that position, with her in his arms, standing

77Hunter walked back to her. This time he felt her shudder when he pressed his chest into her back. Claire hugged her arms but didn't try to move away. Hunter touched her mouth to her ear, not kissing her, but not trying to move his lips away. His hands remained suspended to his sides as if he knew she was praying in her heart for him to keep his hands to himself. "I realized it that day we had our divorce. Specifically when we were handed our divorce certificates. I was looking at your face. I knew it's wrong. I didn't want to let you go." He paused, his face coming closer so his lips would touch her jaw. Again, he wasn't kissing her, just keeping his mouth in contact with her skin. Emotions choked Claire's throat. Clogged her mind as misery ran through her veins, causing her skin to turn cold like the surface of a car during tough winters. "But you still did." Claire stole his chance to speak along with his breaths as she continued, "Not only that... You also let your slút snatc

79The cab stopped in front of black iron gates guarding a big villa. Mr. And Mrs. Murphy stayed here with their younger son. Although Claire wasn't sure, she guessed this is where Typer may stop by while he was here for work. That's if he was really here for work. The guard opened the small gate carved into the left huge gate for her. He didn't ask her who she was and why she was there since this was not the first time. She came here earlier to drop her brother at Shawn's. Everyone working on this estate knew her well. Hence, she made her ways inside the villa without so much as waiting to ask for permission. She was moving so confidently that she wasn't anxious of encountering Tia Murphy either. Claire came to the living room where Shawn was sitting with his mother. He was busy on his tab while his mother was knitting something like a baby sweater. For who it was Claire didn't bother as she knew the woman was a social butterfly with an army of friends. She went to kitty parties mor