My Wife Is A Masquerade Master

Chapter 9

After the phone call connected, Madison gritted her teeth and said, “Neville, what do you want?”

Neville’s tone remained unapologetic as he coldly uttered, “You were supposed to handle these things. Now, because of your disturbance, my plans have been disrupted, and I’ve even forgotten which medicine I should take?

His words implied that Madison’s responsibilities included managing such matters, and now, since he couldn’t locate his stomach medicine, he placed the blame squarely on her shoulders.

This was indeed Neville’s style, always arrogantly blaming everything on her, including her falling in love with him and marrying him. It seemed everything was her own doing.

Madison couldn’t hear it and retorted, “Neville, we are on the brink of divorce. It’s high time you learn to take care of your

own affairs!”

Madison refused to be treated as Neville’s maid, obligated to cater to his every need. She decided to let him face the consequences of his choices.

After hanging up, Madison directly blocked Neville’s WhatsApp and phone number, hoping to have some peace of mind.

However, due to this disturbance, she lost her sleepiness. Madison got up and started organizing files, preparing for the company’s bidding the next day.

When

Madison opened her suitcase, she noticed several boxes of medication with her handwriting on them.

These were the medications she prepared for Neville.

Three years ago, Neville had a kidney transplant and needed lifelong medication. Additionally, due to his frequent business. trips, he developed stomach problems.

However, he preferred to handle more paperwork rather than read the medication instructions. Every time he went on a business trip, she meticulously labeled the dosage and precautions on the medicine boxes.

Habits were indeed a terrifying thing. She tried to sever all ties with Neville, but some things were deeply ingrained in her

life.

Neville, upon hearing the word “divorce” over the phone, furrowed his brows.

He thought, “It seemed that she was getting bolder and bolder. She is threatening me with a divorce. Who does she think she is? If we get a divorce, it should be me to bring it up”

‘She’s been trying to push my limits lately. She’s truly

Bernard’s phone vibrated. He glanced at it and cautiously handed it to

Guzman’s message.

met Neville’s cold gaze,

content of the message did the

the medicine for me, yet she wants to play

unnecessary.

used to her obedience. After all,

Bernard said, “Mr. Preston, Miss Guzman has always kept you in mind.

you waiting for?

was about to leave, he saw Neville get into

asked, “Should I get the medicine alone or would you

“Do you think I

why Neville got into the car if

staying, Bernard glanced at Neville, who wore an indifferent expression. He understood Neville’s

his own and knocked on Madison’s door.

after, the door

him that I am about to divorce him and I don’t

saw several boxes of medicine beside

originally intended to throw away those boxes but changed

could respond, Madison had already

to have been scratched by a sharp object, making her neat handwriting appear somewhat mottled.

when he saw this,

anything?”

repeating Madison’s words word–for–word, chose to be more subtle. “Miss Guzman’s hoping you

handed him a box of mango mousse.

earlier, the shop didn’t have any change, so he picked up this

might

would think he cared about her

inousse.

and sent her a message with his work phone. [Fairness goes both ways. Don’t overthink it.]

Bernard had just handed her the mango mousse. She sneered and threw