Attracted By My Ex-wife novel Chapter 232

Kevin took his time to answer. He remained silent as he fiddled with the elegant lighter, rhythmically flicking the metal lid open and close. Small flames came alive only to die as soon as they had flared.

As the silence stretched on, Ryan grew more anxious. The small sips of wine that he had taken gradually turned into gulps until there was not a drop left in his glass.

An enigmatic smile curled on Kevin's lips, which only fueled Ryan's growing unease.

"I didn't expect you to take your alcohol strong, Mr. Ryan. Let me refill your glass.“

At his words, the waiter attending them poured more of the crimson liquid into Ryan's empty glass. The wine flowed red and thick, following the smooth curves of the goblet.

Anger brewed inside Ryan alongside his discomfort. It was obvious that Kevin was plying him with alcohol, but what was even more irritating was that he was too weak and powerless against the other man to refuse. He let his thoughts drift towards Anne.

Today was the day she would answer him. He mulled over what her decision could be.

As his mind swirled with alcohol and these preoccupations, Ryan excused himself, "Mr. Kevin, I need to go to the restroom."

Inside the restroom, the light burned almost menacingly to his alcohol-addled senses. Ryan had almost flinched at his own reflection as he saw himself against the mirror. His face was flushed, and bloodshot eyes stared back at him as he gripped at the sink in an iron hold.

He splashed cold water on his face and breathed deeply. Soon enough, he was able to regain his composure. Taking out his phone from his pocket, he dialed Anne's number.

If he could just get the shares from her, there would be no need for him to play puppet to Kevin's little games.

The phone rang, but there was no answer. After a few beeps, the call dropped automatically.

"Anne, you little..." Ryan wanted nothing more at that moment than to spew out curses and throw his phone until it smashed into useless pieces of metal, but he bit his tongue and stopped himself. Once again, he walked towards the room where Kevin was.

Cool air blew inside the room. Kevin's tall, business-suit clad figure gave off a detached and forbidding aura.

Anne's phone was in his hand.

The screen showed Ryan's name. Kevin was furious, his hand gripping the cold metal as it rang. He narrowed his eyes at the screen and let the call end. Then, he placed it on the table.

It was only a few seconds later when Anne's phone lit up once again with a message. "Anne, have you made up your mind? As long as you cooperate, I will help you."

At this, Kevin's rage rose to a dangerous height. His jaw clenched as he stared at the message, barely suppressing the urge to rush straight to Ryan and silence him forever.

Anne was too naive. She didn’t know when to doubt people, as if suspicion was a foreign and incomprehensible concept to her. Everyone was her friend. And yet, this same woman was so cold to him.

"My apologies, Mr. Kevin. It seems that I am not feeling too well. I hope you excuse my rudeness." Ryan gave him an elegant smile—one that would perfectly cover his true intentions, but Kevin didn't need to dig too deep to find the real face buried in the facade.

"Since you are feeling unwell, you should rest first. We can talk about business after you recover." With these words, Kevin stood up and walked to the door, leaving Ryan and his deceptively unfaltering smile behind.

His face changed like quicksilver the moment Kevin was out the door. "Bastard, you've gone too far this time," Ryan hissed, his hand slamming down on the table heavily. The wood complained from the impact, and Ryan stewed in his own frustration. He wanted to throw a fit, but he understood his position all too well. He could destroy and trash the room all he wanted, but nothing would change the fact that Kevin had more power than him. There was a bitter taste left on his tongue, and it was not from the alcohol.

It was early evening at Ian's house.

The lights were on, but the room almost seemed deserted save for the lone figure slumped on the sofa with a thoughtful expression on his face.

According to the people in the hotel, Anne went to the Fu Family's residence with Kevin, but Ian didn't know whether he should go there or not.

He couldn't get in touch with Anne either, which could only mean one thing.

She was trapped.

But she had gone there willingly. Otherwise, Kevin wouldn't have had the chance to take her away.

These conflicting thoughts twisted into knots in Ian's head, and he grew increasingly frustrated. He didn’t have much to work with to form a solid plan. Eventually, he decided to wait. If he still couldn't get in touch with Anne tomorrow, he would face Kevin straight.

It might unhinge Anne's own plan, but that was a minor concern. His foremost priority was her safety. Everything else was insignificant in comparison.

That night, a thick curtain of silence shrouded the East Mountain Villa.

The pale moon hung quietly in the sky. Neon lights flashed in the distance, and the road lamps glowed weakly on the desolate roads.

A Rolls-Royce stopped at the gates. After a few moments, the doors opened and Kevin drove in.

Anne caught the telltale scent of alcohol on him as he entered the house. With yesterday's events still fresh in her memory, she chose to avoid him.

But obviously, Kevin would have none of it.

"Anne, don't you want to see the baby?" he sneered, his breath reeking of intoxication.

At this, Anne stopped and asked, "Where is he?"

"If you want to know, all you have to do is tell me what happened between you and Ryan," Kevin said, forcefully raising Anne's chin.

He gazed at her with a chill that sent a shudder through her bones. Anne's heart sank at his words. She already had an inkling of what his words meant.

"Kevin, give me back my phone," Anne said, stretching out her hand to take it.

She knew that Kevin habitually put things in his left pocket.

However, before she could reach her phone, Kevin had grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer. "What? Are you angry because I saw through your dirty little tricks?"

Kevin was smiling at her, but it was full of mockery. His breath fanned over her skin from their proximity. Anne took a deep breath and pushed him away.

"Kevin, don’t you think there are more important things you should be asking me? Like why I got engaged to Ian."

Kevin froze for a moment at her words, then grew even more furious.