Everything was a deal until divorce novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11 Rules We Don’t Follow

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After Arsten called out to him once, sleep rushed in. She didn’t make a fuss. She simply leaned against his chest and drifted off.

Dorian carried her out. Damon was already waiting outside, almost like he’d expected them.

“So you really showed up?” Damon said.

“Cut the chatter. Open the car door,” Dorian replied.

Damon clicked his tongue. “The other day Vivienne wanted you to drive her home. You sped off and left her staring at your taillights.”

Dorian shot him a glance and didn’t bother responding.

Damon kept talking anyway. “I don’t get you. You say you don’t care about Vivienne, but you prop her up behind the scenes. You say you care, yet you disappear overseas for three years and never contact her. Three years ago, when she got pregnant, was the kid really yours?”

Arden let out a soft sound in her sleep. Dorian glanced over and said coldly, “Shut up.”

Damon went quiet for half a second, then ignored him. “Arden marrying you is bad luck if you ask me. She’s better looking and has a better personality than Vivienne.”

The car door opened. Dorian settled Arden into the passenger seat, pulled the seat belt over her, and buckled it. Then he got into the driver’s seat, thanked him briefly, and drove off.

Damon watched the Maybach disappear before pulling out his phone and texting Isla.

“Her husband came to pick her up.”

Isla had been waiting for his message. A voice message came through almost immediately.

“Are you serious? What kind of brother are you? Did you tell that bastard where Arden was?”

“Yes,” he replied. “They’re married.”

“Get lost. You ruined her.”

Arden slept quietly the entire ride and didn’t wake up even after they got back to Silverbay Villa,

Dorian carried her inside, Martha saw him holding Arden and hurried over. “What’s wrong with her?”

“She’s asleep.”

“You should get some rest too,” he added.

Martha watched them go upstairs and sighed. That night, Arden slept soundly.

Dorian stayed in his study until morning. When Arden woke up, she felt a little dazed. She remembered checking into a hotel the night before.

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Then she saw Isla’s messages and understood what had happened

She glanced at the bed. It was obvious Dorian hadn’t slept there. She finally relaxed.

After washing up, she went downstairs. Dorian was already seated at the dining table, dressed in a shirt and tie, looking distant. He didn’t even look up when she came down.

Breakfast Martha made was laid out on the table.

“Come eat. Mrs. Vale,” Martha said.

Arden smiled at her. “Okay.”

She had just sat down when Dorian looked over. “Don’t drink when you’re out anymore.”

Arden nearly spat out her milk. “Don’t you drink too?”

What she ate or drank was her own business. Since when did he get to control that?

Dorian lifted his gaze, something sharp flickering in his eyes. Arden met his look without backing down.

“It’s different. I’m a man,” he said calmly.

“Men and women are equal now,” Arden said, grabbing a piece of fried dough. “Besides, didn’t we agree not to interfere in each other’s lives? Whether I drink or not isn’t something you get to decide.”

Dorian said nothing. An awkward silence settled between them.

Arden finished quickly, stood up, and walked straight out. She drove herself to school.

At five in the afternoon, Lucien showed up on time at the gates of Avalen University and called Arden.

She jogged out. Lucien greeted her respectfully. She got into the back seat.

The man inside leaned back with his eyes half closed. The cool, clean scent on him was intense, mixed faintly with another fragrance.

“Mr. Vale,” Arden said.

He turned to look at her. The ride passed in silence until they reached the Wynn house.

Her father, Gareth, her mother, Elise, and her brother, Caleb, were waiting at the door. Arden’s eyes lit up when she saw them. She unbuckled quickly and got out.

“Dad, Mom, Caleb.”

“Arden.” All three smiled at her, then looked past her.

The man behind her got out of the car. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, tall and imposing, with a commanding presence.

Among Avalen’s elite families, no one matched him in looks, build, or background. Lucien stood behind

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Chapter 11 Rules We Don’t Follow

him holding the gifts.

Dorian glanced at Arden, then walked forward. ‘Dad, Mom, Caleb.”

“So you’re here,” Gareth said with a smile.

“I brought a few things for you.”

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Lucien handed them over. Gareth gestured for the house staff to take them but still said, “You didn’t need to bring gifts.”

Seeing how smoothly Dorian chatted with her parents, Arden finally relaxed. Then she noticed a faint lipstick mark on his shirt. That explained the unfamiliar perfume.

Caleb followed her gaze and saw it too. His expression darkened, and he stepped forward, but Arden stopped him.

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