Surviving Divorce Her Miraculous Second Chance - Season 1 Episode 93

The moment I was dragged through the door, I was abruptly pressed against it as it quickly closed, my nostrils filled with that unique fresh

scent.

I looked up in terror, that perfect face was close to mine, “Let me see where you are hurt?”

“What do you think you’re doing? You’re going to put me in an awkward situation!” I was a bit upset.

“Where are you hurt?” He asked dominantly, not caring at all about what I was saying.

I had no choice but to brush away the hair on my forehead in annoyance, revealing the wound.

Upon seeing my wound, his brows furrowed abruptly, his eyes cold and terrifying. I had never seen him look like this before.

I quickly let down my hair, covering the wound again, and said guiltily, “I’m fine!”

His tone was icy cold as he scoffed, “Are you a masochist? Saying you’re fine with such a big wound? Have you been abused?”

I abruptly lifted my eyes and glared at him, but an indescribable sense of grievance welled up inside me, making my nose sting.

Seeing my stubborn gaze, Raymon squinted his eyes and his voice softened, “Why didn’t you call me?”

I turned my face to the side, a bit petulant as I said, “What does it mean

for a married woman like me to keep calling you? I don’t want to disturb

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Before I could even finish my sentence, he abruptly pulled me into his arms, gripping my waist, “Are you still being stubborn?”

I pouted, this man was really domineering. I didn’t even know how I had offended him. I knew that these feelings were wrong, but deep down, I couldn’t help but want to get close to him, seeking that harbor–like safety. This contradiction also hurt me.

The inability to let go is also a kind of pain.

“Deal with all of this, then leave him!” His tone seemed to be commanding me.

To be honest, I didn’t like being ordered around, yet inexplicably, I hoped for his commands. Whenever I thought about leaving, the image of Joy snuggling happily in his arms and cheerfully calling him “Dad” would appear before my eyes.

I wordlessly leaned into his embrace, involuntarily wrapping my arms around his waist, feeling a sense of peace and safety.

“Why aren’t you speaking? Do you really plan to continue with him?” His tone was full of contempt.

“I had my own plans, it wasn’t as simple as you thought, there were many things…”

“It seems you still hold a glimmer of hope for him, you really are a masochist!” Raymon’s face was gloomy. “You won’t turn back until you hit the wall. In a moment, I’ll make you give up!”

After he finished speaking, he reached out, cupped my head, and kissed me. The kiss was somewhat breathless, leaving me feeling dizzy for a

moment.

A sudden, urgent sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor. Startled, I

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quickly pushed him away. I didn’t even know what I was doing. A hall full of guests were waiting for me, the hostess, yet here I was, lingering in the embrace of a man.

I struggled, wanting to leave, but he grabbed me, shoving a card into my hand, “It’s the room key for upstairs, you go up in 20 minutes!”

I quickly stuffed the card back in, I didn’t want to go, I couldn’t do the same thing as Oswald. After all, today was the celebration of our wedding anniversary, at the very least, I was still Oswald’s wife today.

“What are you thinking about?” Raymon held the room card between his slender fingers, looking at my blushing face, “Thinking too much? If you want, I’m absolutely willing to cooperate.”

“What are you saying?” I growled in anger, twisting my body to leave.

He shoved the card back into my hand again, “You’ll know when the time comes, it’s up to you whether to come or not!”

After speaking, he reached out, opened the door, and walked straight out of the room, leaving me alone, dumbfounded, holding the room card.