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

Chapter 131

“Burp… You really are a little scroundell” Chloe blushed and smiled happily.

The man smiled coldly, his left arm still hooked around her slender waist. With his slender middle finger, he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

This nickname was from long ago.

Even his father didn’t refer to him by that name. He hadn’t anticipated that Chloe was still as wild and untamed as a wild horse, just like when she was a child.

“In the blink of an eye, it’s been fifteen years since I last saw you. You’re still as gorgeous as ever.”

“Hehe… You’re not too shabby either!”

Chloe narrowed her almond eyes and, with a playful gesture, raised her hand to pat his cheek. Her behavior was that of a playboy and a frivolous man, yet he didn’t find it off-putting in the slightest.

Should she have behaved and followed the rules at any time, then she would not have been the Chloe in his heart.

Chloe, covering her small mouth, burped again and, staggering. found it hard to stand steadily.

The man raised the corners of his lips and, without waiting for her consent, swept her Sup

“Oh… put me down!”

in his arms.

Chloe’s little face, red and misty, twisted and struggled in the man’s arms, like a dishonest kitten.

Kicking around beneath the red dress, a pair of slender and tender white legs glimmered like jade, reflecting the light.

His eyes darkened and his playful heart suddenly soared, “If you cry out my name, I will release you.”

“You… You are called… Je… Je…

Chloe was so inebriated that her mind was a jumble. She couldn’t recall what she had said, let alone remember his name.

“My name is Jerome Xavier, but it doesn’t matter if you refer to me as a little scoundrel”.”

The man’s fan-shaped long eyelashes fluttered, and he whispered in her ear, his voice slightly hoarse and low. “But only you can call me that,” he murmured.

Unfortunately, the words that reached Chloe, in her drunken state, became a jumbled code that she couldn’t make out clearly.

Jerome gently laid her fragile frame on the sofa, taking care to make each movement as delicate as possible.

His phone rang at that moment, and the secretary was on the line.

“Director Xavier, everyone is present.”

back,” Jerome said with a doting smile, his gaze never

but be

Let everyone go home. Don’t bother

secretary replied, not daring to ask any

head to the vicinity and purchase

his

to encounter such an

the other side.

“Men should cry – it’s not a crime,” he

furrowed eyebrows and depressed heart indicated

swift gulp, drained the remaining wine

from Vincent, holding it between his dark red lips, the orange light illuminating his handsome yet gloomy face with a rare trace of yuppie.

dazzled by Chloe, and the nicotine, along with the turbid and lingering blue smoke, permeated his body. After his divorce with Chloe, his work and rest were thrown into disarray, and the smoke and wine were ever-present, yet

him to cut back on either.

ripped the collar of his

of his thoughts, flicking his long fingers, he raised his long legs and with the tip of his leather shoes, kicked Vincent’s

respond to you no matter how

sufficiently hostile, he added. “And who was it

the door of the private room, standing

you know how to knock on the door?” Joseph asked coolly as he

his face covered in sweat. “I just saw Young

Joseph abruptly rose to his feet.

I’m done, you won’t act rashly

“Speak clearly!”

I witnessed… a young lady pushing open the door to a secluded chamber, and then,

thunder, and his eyes instantly turned

was purchased swiftly.

bottle from the secretary and, with care, administered it to

astonished by

heart. His smile concealed a hidden knife. For years, no woman had been able to get close to him. What was the background of this young lady that enabled her to make their boss take such special care of her and personally serve

had developed

hero is ensnared by a beauty, and it looks like Director Xavier won’t be able

asked kindly as he noticed the blush

moved to his chest as her gaze slowly sharpened, her

Jerome said with concern, picking up the glass again. “You

in the future.”

recall what had occurred, yet she could tell that the man had no hostile

was exceptionally

graceful, and the gold-rimmed glasses on his delicate face added a

rubbing her throbbing temples, ‘you seem somewhat familiar

as he realized she had forgotten

door of the private room burst open with