My Seductive Ex-Wife novel Chapter 6

"Then please love her well." Ryan turned around indifferently.

Pursing his lips, Kevin stood there and watched Ryan walk away. Anne was in the crook of his arm. When Ryan disappeared from view, Kevin impatiently threw her to the ground. "Headache?"

he said the word emotionlessly, with doubt in his eyes.

The last moment, she was on cloud nine as Kevin claimed that she was his woman in front of Ryan. Now he sent her to the rock bottom. She came to her senses then, as she felt off balance, and then the cold, hard ground.

She replied simply, "No."

"I hope you are not lying." Kevin turned and left her lying there, his coldness on full display. "You still have to take care of Cherry tomorrow. Don't pretend to be sick."

Anne's heart suddenly ached, 'Pretend to be sick?' Why should she do something like that? She was Anne, not some urchin. She wouldn't scheme like that. 'Kevin, why do you have the same dirty thoughts as Cherry?' she thought inside. "We'll see how I feel tomorrow," she said coldly. And with that, she stalked off.

When she reached the door of the box, she lost her balance again. Fortunately, Emily happened to find her there, and keep her from falling again.

Standing in the corridor, Kevin saw what was going on. He felt like his heart had been pricked by countless needles. It didn't hurt, but it was certainly uncomfortable.

Irritated, he took out his phone and made a call. After the phone was connected, he shouted at the person on the other end, "Come take Mrs. Anne home."

Emily suggested Anne call Sam Feng to check on her, but Anne nixed the idea.

Her face looked even worse than that when she was in the club, so she insisted on taking a hot shower and catching some Z's instead.

Her temples throbbed painfully. After taking a hot bath, she lay on the bed, but found no relief at all.

She recalled what Kevin had said and done to her today. Her heart felt like it had been stabbed by a needle. She closed her eyes tightly and bundled herself up in the quilt.

There was still a long way to go. She couldn't be weak or fragile. Not now. She didn't want to give up yet. In the empty room, her ears were particularly sensitive to sound. The sound of her phone told her there was a WeChat message waiting.

She didn't move, but WeChat's insistent tones rang again, twice in quick succession.

After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and got out of bed. The phone was on the table three meters away from her bed.

Standing at the table, Anne opened the WeChat interface. There were three messages from Ryan.

"Have you gone to bed?"

"You're unhappy with him."

"Anne, what do you want?"

Instead of replying, she turned off her phone and lay back on the bed.

What did she want? Maybe it was a little extravagant, but she would not give up.

After a good night's rest, Anne felt better. She decided to leave for work.

Cherry woke up early today, "Kev, is my dress okay?" She wore a red cheongsam and gently turned her waist in front of Kevin.

With her waist bent like that, she was absolutely ravishing in the cheongsam that clung to her hourglass figure. Kevin put away the phone in his hand and squinted his eyes affectionately. "It's so beautiful that Grandpa will feel like he's ten years younger when he meets you!"

"On second thought, no comments from the peanut gallery. We'd better check on Grandpa's birthday gift. If anything goes wrong, I can't show my face in front of Grandpa again."

"You decide," Kevin whispered hoarsely, knowing he couldn't continue the joke.

In the large conference room, Anne sat at head of the big round table, an intense expression on her face. The conference room took on a depressing pallor. She looked livid.

"Redo this plan. I need it on my desk before twelve o'clock today." With a grim face, she pushed the plan aside.

The department manager was surprised and dissatisfied. He bit back a retort and fumed in his seat. After a few seconds, he replied reluctantly, "I see."

Things were already tense, but Anne had made them worse. She was in a foul mood, and she wanted to let everyone know. Some of them had complaints already, but they said nothing. Instead, they pulled on their neckties impatiently.

She ignored the fact that everyone seemed to be annoyed, and continued the meeting. "Manager Zhang, tell me your plan." Manager Zhang stood up gingerly and walked towards the projector.

Anne's mobile phone on the table lit up, notifying her of a new WeChat message.

She hadn't planned to read it yet, but Manager Zhang's introduction was too boring. She was impatient so she decided to be rude and check her phone anyway.

She opened the WeChat page and saw the name "Kevin". Her heart skipped a beat.

"Five o'clock tonight at the old house. I warn you again. Don't be late," the message read.