A Billion-Rich Woman Was Chased by Her EX-Husband

Chapter 120

Chloe’s long eyelashes fluttered, causing a layer of goosebumps to appear on her snowy skin.

“How did you figure out that I wear a size 36 shoe?”

“It looks very diminutive.” Joseph said, his face still retaining a noble and frosty expression.

Chloe’s little white feet, encased in slippers, curled up in embarrassment and mockingly sneered, “Men always seem to have a way of acting like a lout with their eyes and hands.”

Joseph was left speechless.

He was well aware of himself and thus did not speak truthfully.

He knew Chloe’s shoe size because he had searched through all her belongings left in Mazeland Manor.

He knew that she liked to act like a little hamster, having nothing to do at home but store snacks, taking up most of the space.

He had vaguely smelled the La fille de Belin perfume of Ludwell before, and had thought its spicy and cold taste was not suitable for her. Now it seemed he had been mistaken; this thorny, proud and charming aroma was made for her.

He was aware that she wore a size 36 shoe, and the two small white shoes were still neatly arranged on the shoe rack, as if she could return at any moment.

That day, she was disappointed to realize that he had never truly known her.

Hence, he sought to employ this approach to reconnect with her.

After two hours of driving, they had scarcely exchanged a word.

The Ferrari glided into Mazeland Manor and came to a halt at the gate.

Joseph unbuckled his seat belt, then his tall figure leaned toward Chloe.

Pa –

Chloe knew he’d still be untrustworthy. She quickly brought her arm up to shield her body, her eyes icy with rejection. “I don’t need you, I’ll take care of it myself.”

As a result, there was a click –

Joseph had already wrapped his arm around her flat belly before she had a chance to prepare, his fingertips pressing open her seatbelt.

“No need to thank me.”

Her beautiful eyes widened in surprise as she realized how quickly the person had moved, completely unaware of their presence.

She had earlier heard from her fourth brother that he needed ten seconds to assemble a pistol in the military academy, but Joseph astounded her by needing only eight seconds, his hand speed being remarkable.

Deceiving her eyes was not an easy task.

Joseph and Chloe strode boldly into the Sawle family’s home, and the news of their arrival raced among the servants.

“Goodness me! Am I tio

too young and sprightly? Did Mr. Sawle return with the young lady?”

could Mr. Sawle be willing to part ways with such a

we call her now? Young Madam or Miss Lewis?

If we address her as ‘Young Madam, what if that surnamed Brown hears about it?

is just a sourpuss. She isn’t as pleasant as

eyes shot a slight resentful glance at Chloe

it, so there was no reason for Chloe to not hear it; yet, she

my thing? Where could it

just like it was

bother to tidy it up beforehand. Are you that lazy?”

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things that you hold dear. I wouldn’t dare to meddle with them lightly. Joseph couldn’t help but gaze at her

born with

the past, when Chloe was compliant to him, he took it for granted. Now, she was like a prickly

know more about her instead.

Should I go and get it, or

phone rang at an

did Joseph remember that he had an important call meeting. He said apologetically. “I need

you want.”

relief as the man

mention her embarrassment as

.

to get some time alone with him, yet this fickle

Sea Gate himself to pick her up, having prepared high heels for her, and assisted her in fastening her seat belt. His considerate behavior made him appear

awkward sensation, as if tiny ants were marching

that had passed was like an expired can,

rang Jordan, Jordan, I’m in Medo, at Mazeland Manor

exclaimed in shock. “You,

don’t have their mums. It’s a complicated tale. Come over

phone

leave before Jordan arrived, not wanting

and was at home, not too far from the room she used to live in.

heard Skyler’s shrill and piercing voice, like a scolding from the street.

minx! What did you get up to with Young Master Anderson at Grandfather’s birthday

beans!”

nothing, Sister… nothing at all,”

“Bullshit!”

even more enraged, believing that she was nitpicking. “How could you not take action against him after drinking that stuff! If you didn’t leave the red mark on his neck, where did it come from?!

no idea! I

Prang!

of the vase

a loud bang,

“It’s you?!”

when something whizzed past her.)

a loud bang, it struck her face!

“Ah!”