Become Filthy Rich After Divorce novel Chapter 586

Chapter 586 Intoxication Genuine

Whatever else was going on behind the scenes, everything that had torn their relationship apart had started when she had targeted Vanessa.

And that thing was Vanessa's last bottom line, and probably Chester's bottom line.

Vanessa died because of that incident.

"You're right, whether there's anything else going on behind the scenes or not, it doesn't matter anymore." It all started because of Vanessa.

So now Vanessa has lost her life in this affair. Then everything has thus changed.

The two talked on the phone for a while before hanging up.

Alina sat in the dark.

Thinking of all that had happened between her and Chester since her return, her mind was filled with his scarlet eyes, looking at her so sharply.

Especially on the issue of Penny, he did not look like giving in in the slightest, which made Alina's heart choke.

The doorbell rang sharply, Alina looked at the wall clock and frowned.

She got up and walked to the door.

The moment the door opened, a cold wind poured in and his grim face was as Satan's from hell.

Alina subconsciously wanted to close the door, however his voice rang out bitterly, "Dare you close the door?"

It carried hostility.

The movement in Alina's hand paused.

Looking towards Chester's warmthless face, she felt her heart painful.

Chester walked in, and the moment he passed her, wind poured in.

Alina stood in the doorway, letting the cold wind batter her.

Chester looked back at her back, "Not coming in?"

Alina turned back.

She trembled when she met his eyes, which showed just how much she was holding back now.

Shutting the door, she turned towards Chester, who was sitting on the sofa with his legs folded, cigarette in his hand.

The slightly open collar of the shirt had a faint red mark on it, and with a glance Alina seemed to see what it was.

The pupils wince, but in the next moment, calm is restored.

She sat across from Chester, she averted her gaze, "I must take Penny away."

Her voice was soft, but it carried an endless amount of determination.

It was impossible to give up her child, no matter what time it was, and she made sure to take the child with her wherever she went.

Chester looked over at her, his gaze deep.

There was an endless sense of detachment and coldness, although it was not as oppressive as it had been during the day at the funeral.

This is the gap between them, unbridgeable.

Chester, "Did Caleb just come?"

Alina froze.

He asked again, "What did you do?"

Alina looked fiercely at him, something blocked her heart hard.

"What do you mean?" She finally spoke.

Under his eyes was instant hostility.

Getting up, the cigarette butt in his hand smashed hard in the ashtray, he walked towards her, full of hostility, and grabbed her up from the sofa.

His coarse fingertips rubbed against her soft lips.

"Did he touch you here? Or here?" The moment he opened his mouth, his tone was full of hostility.

And it was at this time that Alina felt his strong smell of alcohol.

"Let go of me."

Her cold hand grabbed his strong wrist, but at the moment Chester seemed to have lost his senses.

He looked at her with eyes coldly.

Without waiting for Alina to struggle, kisses poured down.