The roses swayed recklessly, as red as fresh blood, stinging his eyes. The words slipped out unawares from his mouth," Throw these roses away. I'll buy you as many flowers as you want!"
She was drinking water. Hearing what he said, she paused and then looked up, saying mockingly, "Who are you? Why should I accept your flowers? You're so funny. If you have nothing else to say, please leave now. It's late. I want to sleep!"
If she had dared to talk to him like that in the past, Luke would have silenced her with a stony face.
Instead of leaving, he would have carried her into his arms and thrown her on the bed.
Whether she was willing or not, he would conquer her.
However, things were different now. They hadn't divorced at that time, and she was his wife. He had the initiative.
Now, to put it bluntly, he didn't even get to say anything here.
He looked at the clock. It was past midnight. He thought, 'Since you know it’s late, why did you stay in that man's place for so long?'
They quarreled loudly. Brad's brow slowly wrinkled.
Seeing this, Luke didn't speak anymore and intended to leave.
Before that, he glimpsed the red roses on the table fluffing their petals and leaves arrogantly.
Instantly, he felt uncomfortable.
Turning around, Luke suddenly walked towards the table on his long legs.
He directly pulled the bunch of red roses out of the vase, ripped the petals off, and threw them out of the window.
Only then was he satisfied and delighted.
It took Eileen a few seconds to realize what had happened.
She lost her temper, limped over, and gave him a slap. "You bastard!"
Right when destroying the roses, Luke had expected the consequence.
This woman was now completely out of control in front of him.
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