Hunting for His EX-Wife

Rhys’ tone was very flirtatious, and with his current appearance, he looked exactly like a playboy..

Martha pursed her red lips, leered sideways at him and said nothing.

Rhys nodded, still looking at her with his attractive eyes. Acting like a henpecked husband, he said, “I understand. I promise not to talk nonsense again.”

Martha was speechless.

“Martha, if you and Mr. Williams are really in love, then you should divorce Stefan now so that you can live happily with Mr. Williams.”

Hollie echoed Rhys, looking as if she was genuinely concerned about Martha.

When Martha heard this, She didn’t feel angry, but chuckled.

She did not expect that Hollie would be so silly as to think she was the one who didn’t want to get a divorce.

The reality was just the opposite. She wished she could divorce Stefan, but Stefan had never agreed.

Thinking of this, she spread her hands, “I want to divorce him. Why don’t you go persuade Stefan and have him sign on the divorce paper?”

The smile on Hollie’s face froze.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

She looked down and the smile faded from her face. She felt depressed and didn’t say anything more.

Soon, the food was served.

At this moment, Hollie elegantly stood up, ready to leave.

“I have lost my appetite. You may enjoy yourselves, Mr. Williams, Martha.”

Jane, who had been sitting there quietly and ready to have dinner, frowned and complained inside.

‘This woman went too far. Why did she say such misleading words? Obviously, Mr. Williams is not staying alone with Ms. Doyle. I am also here. But she just tried to make the fake rumors be real!’

Rhys watched Hollie leaving, narrowed his eyes, and said to Martha, “It seems that your sister is really scheming.”

“Well, I have seen how scheming she could be,” Martha responded indifferently.

She did not stop eating, as if she were talking about someone insignificant.

The smile at the corner of Rhys’ mouth deepened, and his next words seemed to be pregnant with meaning.

“Like pretending to be sick, tying you to the operating table and removing your bone marrow?”

Hearing him talk about her miserable past in a light, casual tone, Martha paused

She couldn’t help recalling how she lay on the operating table. The painful memories flashed in her mind.

She would never forget the pain she had experienced four years ago.

Rhys, however, seemed to know everything about her better than anyone else did.

When Jane heard his words, she was stunned and involuntarily held her breath.

At this moment, the atmosphere became tense, as if the two were in a silent confrontation.

The elegant restaurant became a depressing place and Jane really wished that she was not here at this moment. She dared not say or do anything.

After a long time, Martha hid her emotions and turned to look at the man who had a frivolous smile.

“Mr. Williams, you enjoy mentioning others’ grief. What’s your problem?”

Rhys picked up the glass in front of him and took a sip of the wine.

A moment later, his Adam’s apple moved up and down and his voice was hoarse and low, “I’m sorry. I was afraid you would forget about it and just wanted to remind you.”

Remind her of the pain and the hatred.

Remind her not to get into the predicament again.

Martha’s eyes darkened and she looked calm and indifferent.

She said in a frigid, slightly unhappy tone, “Mr. Williams, Thank you for your reminder. But this is my business and it has nothing to do with you.”

After that, she put down the knife and fork in her hands, elegantly wipe the corners of her mouth with a napkin.

She methodically put the napkin back on the table, saying with a professional smile, “Mr. Williams, enjoy your meal.”

She got up and left the restaurant.

After Martha left, Jane froze in place for a few seconds, and hurried to keep up with her.

Soon, Rhys was left alone.

The smile faded from the corners of Rhys’ mouth as he looked in the direction Martha had left.

Seemingly lost in thought, he shook the red wine glass gently, his eyes dark.