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.

she could not help but

Matthew seemed

her that he would never

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

stuff, I'll have Richard bring over

she walked back to the car. A couple of steps in and she felt weightless all of a sudden. Matthew had

wear off. She screamed,

startled that she even called

I thought that I'd let you rest sooner. If you get some shut-eye earlier, you'll surely feel more

Bullshit!

Absolute bullshit!

arguing