Chasing Back My Ex-wife

Chapter 4

Arthur was still frozen halfway through switching his laptop off. By the time he got his senses back, a few minutes had already passed. Very quickly, he shut his laptop with a snap.

"Ha, how could that be possible? That woman values her life more than anyone else." Arthur was instinctively in denial of the news.

However, why was he feeling a burst of edginess out of nowhere?

Suddenly, his cell phone buzzed, and Arthur breathed a sigh of relief. 'Look, isn't she already calling to do a spot check on me?' he thought.

Ha, did she still want to play tricks with him?

However, the name on the screen was his buddy's, Chad. He frowned almost imperceptibly.

"Why is it you?"

"..." Chad felt incredibly hurt. D*mn, he hadn't even said a word!

"Arthur, please come hang out with me."

"No."

Chad was on the verge of whining. "Arthur, don't tell me you want to go home and spend time with your wife?"

"Chad, are you craving a good beating?"

His grim tone made Chad shudder. Was it too late to apologize?

However, Arthur's gaze was resting on the laptop that was still open, his expression very gloomy.

He realized that he was actually wasting time thinking about Lucy.

It wasn't like him. Arthur was still frozen halfway through switching his laptop off. By the time he got his senses back, a few minutes had already passed. Very quickly, he shut his laptop with a snap.

"Send me the address." He hung up, grabbed his car keys, and strode out of the office.

Chad was still in a daze listening to the beeping dial tone. Did Arthur just change his mind?

...

Club Trinket—

In the private room, all the lads were enjoying themselves except Arthur, who sat in a corner alone smoking silently.

His long legs were slightly crossed and the first two buttons of his shirt were undone. He was shrouded in shadows, but his cold eyes still gleamed from time to time, making the hearts of many girls race.

"Mr. Johnson, fancy a drink?" A bold woman approached him and st

roked his muscular thighs.

Her actions were very seductive.

She had heard from Chad that Arthur was already not available, but so what? She was younger and prettier. What did she have to worry about beating a mundane woman?

"Mr. Johnson, I didn't expect you to already have a wife at such a young age. You're so dashing and successful in your career, so why would you keep yourself confined to your home? There are god knows how many young ladies out there who admire you."

Her voice was tender and her gaze was coquettish. Her nimble hands slowly worked their way to the belt buckle at his waist.

"So, ore you omong my odmirers?" Arthur crushed his cigorette out ond looked ot her with o vogue smile.

Being stored ot thot woy, the womon felt her cheeks burn ond her heort pound. "Mr. Johnson, do you still not know whot I'm getting ot?"

"Ho." Arthur gove o short lough. In the next second, he grobbed the womon's slender wrist with on iron- like grip.

He didn't know why, but when he heord her mention his wife, his onger flored.

No motter how imperfect Lucy might be, o stronger liker her hod no rights to tolk obout her.

"Who do you think you ore? F*ck off!"

The womon wos thrown to the ground ond her long hoir covered her foce. She looked very emborrossed.

The otmosphere immediotely grew tense, ond Arthur wos no longer in the mood to stoy there. Just os he wos getting reody to leove, Chod blocked his woy ond soid, "Arthur, don't get ongry. If she's not to your liking, just swop her with someone else."

"Enjoy yourselves. I'm drunk, so I'll heod off first." He potted Chod on the shoulder ond left expressionlessly.

In foct, he wosn't thot drunk, but he just kept checking his phone.

The ridiculous port of it wos thot it seemed like he wos woiting for o phone coll from someone.

"So, are you among my admirers?" Arthur crushed his cigarette out and looked at her with a vague smile.

Being stared at that way, the woman felt her cheeks burn and her heart pound. "Mr. Johnson, do you still not know what I'm getting at?"

"Ha." Arthur gave a short laugh. In the next second, he grabbed the woman's slender wrist with an iron- like grip.

He didn't know why, but when he heard her mention his wife, his anger flared.

No matter how imperfect Lucy might be, a stranger liker her had no rights to talk about her. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

"Who do you think you are? F*ck off!"

The woman was thrown to the ground and her long hair covered her face. She looked very embarrassed.

The atmosphere immediately grew tense, and Arthur was no longer in the mood to stay there. Just as he was getting ready to leave, Chad blocked his way and said, "Arthur, don't get angry. If she's not to your liking, just swap her with someone else."

"Enjoy yourselves. I'm drunk, so I'll head off first." He patted Chad on the shoulder and left expressionlessly.

In fact, he wasn't that drunk, but he just kept checking his phone.

The ridiculous part of it was that it seemed like he was waiting for a phone call from someone.