Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Matthew walked up to Lucy and hugged her, breathing in the scent of her. He whispered in her ear, "You smell so good, and your skin feels so soft. I just want to hold you like this and take you home." Lucy's ears turned red. She felt powerless in Matthew's embrace. That jerk did not even care about the fact that they were in public!

All the staff there averted their gaze. Some were even staring at the floor, counting how many tiles there were. No one dared to look at Matthew and Lucy.

After Matthew reluctantly let go of Lucy, he took her delicate hand and said, "Wifey, let's go. We haven't picked out jewelry yet."

Lucy silently massaged her temples, feeling exhausted at this point.

"Matt, why do we have to pick out jewelry? Isn't jewelry and accessories the fashion designer's job? Why do we have to pick them out ourselves?"

Matthew shrugged. "I just want you to wear what you like."

Only afterward did he realize something. "Wifey, are you tired?"

Lucy wearily nodded. Yes, she was exhausted. She had been running around all afternoon, and the full-body treatment just now made her eyelids even heavier.

help but question who

enjoyed shopping more, yet Matthew seemed

that he would never get tired of making his wife feel

you're tired, let's go home and rest.

bring over some suitable

and she felt weightless

started to wear off. She screamed, "Matthew Leon,

so startled that she even called out his full

eyes showed a hint of amusement, and they were radiating warmth under the sunlight. "Aren't you tired? I thought that I'd let you rest sooner.

Bullshit!

Absolute bullshit!

there was no point arguing with Matthew about this