Charlie’s cheeks swelled up after being hit. Mckenzie felt sorry for him and hurriedly put ice on his face, complaining, "She's a teacher but so arrogant! Why did you just let her beat you?"
She had never beaten her son!
"I didn't expect her to do that."
Charlie pressed the ice against his swollen face. "Besides, how could I hit a woman?"
"Tell me what happened between you and your secretary," Mckenzie said.
Charlie was unwilling to mention it." Forget it. I’ll tell you after I think it over. It's too late. Go to bed."
Mckenzie wanted to say something, but he had already turned and walked into his room.
Seeing this, Mckenzie had to bite her tongue.
The room was light. Charlie had changed into a bathrobe.
He was sitting on the sofa. The divorce papers were on the table in front of him. He was holding a cigarette between his long fingers. Cigarette smoke drifted over him with a strong smell.
He smoked one cigarette after another. After a while, the ashtray was stuffed with long and short butts.
Summer's curses still echoed in his mind.
Grace's face once again rose before his eyes. She smiled, sometimes flirtatiously and sometimes pleasantly.
He swallowed and took a deep breath.
He didn't sleep all night, sitting on the sofa. He smoked three cartons of cigarettes. The smoky room was suffocating.
Charlie didn't sign the divorce agreement.
In Ridorf.
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