Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 1440 Looking for Trouble

Celine couldn't keep her composure. She glanced at me and calmly said, "Kenzie is serious and doesn't smile much."

"Is she the same with you?" I asked as I turned to Celine.

Although Kenzie maintained a cold and arrogant expression, I could tell from her tightly clenched fists that she was exerting a lot of effort to control herself.

When I saw that, I smirked mischievously and pulled apart Kenzie's hands that were clasped together, saying, "Don't grip your own hands so tightly. Doesn't it hurt? Why are you so at odds with yourself?"

Kenzie suddenly raised her head, and a fierce glint shot out from her eyes, piercing straight toward me. I quickly leaned into Atlas's embrace, pretending to be afraid as I said, "What's wrong? Why are you being so fierce? I was just teasing you. After all, I'm happy to be back home. Do you really have to look at me like that?"

As he glared at Kenzie, Atlas's eyes immediately turned cold like a hawk's. An indescribable chill emanated from him, sending shivers down my spine.

Kenzie quickly averted her gaze and clasped her hands tightly in front of her abdomen, bowing and taking a step back. "You've misunderstood, Madam. I was just startled by your sudden touch, and it was a reflexive reaction. I won't do it again."

"Looks like I misunderstood. But you did look very fierce just now," I insisted.

"That was presumptuous of me," she said in a low voice.

"Oh? So it seems you've reached your limit, Grandma Kenzie."

calm down, Madam." Kenzie bowed again, speaking with

said coldly, giving Kenzie an

bowed, took two steps back, and

again and walked inside. I raised an eyebrow, thinking that I had come here today to find some trouble. It was unreasonable to live so comfortably in someone else's house and still expect to

on a rocking

didn't look like it

an elegantly dressed old woman was seated in

understood that she must be the ruthless Adeline Myer,

clear that the old lady

lot of spirit.

blouse, and

chestnut-colored hair was

at the back of her head

was clear from her hairstyle that the old witch was still ambitious and desired to control

which matched the ones on her

while she sat there rocking idly in the rocking

she was waiting for us to

couldn't resist laughing

m going to