OH PLEASE, MY EX-WIFE

Chapter 7: Will You Stop

"Well..." Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Alice Roberts glares at Edward Smith with her widened eyes, her cheeks flushed, and she reaches out her hand to stop him.

"They're out there, and if you want to attract them, make a noise." Edward bites her earlobe, saying with his magic voice.

Alice Roberts freezes; she does not dare say any word for the fear of attracting the two women outside.

“Will you stop?” Alice Roberts doesn’t push him until she can barely breathe.

She gasps, pulling back the collar that he just pulled open.

"Is there any place in your body I have not seen?" Edward Smith raises his eyebrows, asking hoarsely.

"You!" Alice is furious by his word and doesn’t know what to say. Fortunately, the two women have gone and she breathes a sigh of relief.

She glares at Edward coldly and tried to take her breath, but the smell of tobacco he left is still on her lips and teeth.

A well-tailored black suit from Italy's top designers fits his handsome figure perfectly. His thin lips pressed into a straight line, and a hint of hatred flashes in the bottom of his eyes.

Alice Roberts looks at Edward’s handsome face which lets her happy and miserable. She wants to hate him, but she can’t.

"I'm getting married, Alice." Edward Smith smiles, but his words make Alice goes cold all over like in an ice cellar.

"The news is all over the city. I saw it." Alice says, pretending to be calm. She squeezes her fingers slightly into her palm and tried to control her breath and tears.

Hearing the news from him is different from seeing it.

"It costs me five years to let you go. Why do you come back?" Edward Smith says emotionless, “Do you think I will love you as usual?"

"Mr. Smith, I should go to work!" Alice Roberts dodges his eyes and tries to leave, but her shoes like being filled with iron so that she cannot move.

Edward Smith takes out his cigarette case and takes a cigarette. With a loud crack, the bright blue flame lights. He gently twists his eyebrow and says gloomily, “Be my mistress to make up for my hatred.”

'What? "Alice Roberts looks at him astonishingly, not quite understanding what he means.

They have known each other for twelve years from high school, and suddenly she feels like that she never knew him.

Edward Smith clenches her chin with his long fingers, forcing her to look up into his sharp, deep eyes. He smiles, “Hasn’t Miss Roberts wanted a man? How did you pass the evenings without me these years?" Edward’s eyes get dark.

Alice feels a sudden heartache, she grits her teeth and says, "Mr. Smith, please be respectful!"

"What’s the matter?” Don't want to hear this? The women who always slept with me in college didn't like me to be self-respected." Edward Smith could not face her calmly as he watches her reappearing in front of him after five years of disappearing without a word.