Everything was a deal until divorce novel Chapter 230

Chapter 230 Still Yours

Felix was already prepping a test kit.

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“Some drugs don’t have an antidote, you know. Sometimes the cure is… manual. Like last time at Sinclair’s place, remember that?”

Arden’s eyes widened. “It’s not that bad this time, right?”

She absolutely didn’t want Dorian to be the one to “cure” her again.

Once had been mortifying enough.

And now they were getting divorced? Not appropriate.

“We won’t know until we test,” Felix replied, throwing a cheeky glance at Dorian.

The man was lounging on the couch, spinning his lighter like a bored king. “If you don’t fix her with meds, you’re fired.”

Felix snorted. A few assistants visibly flinched.

Last time, Dorian had been frantic. Now he acted like he didn’t care.

He brought over the needle. “Let’s draw some blood first, check the levels.”

Arden sat down, nervous.

“I barely drank any of it. I’m just feeling… warm, not much more.”

Dorian gave her a long look. She focused on the blood draw.

“We won’t know without testing,” Felix said clinically. Then added, “Why do you always end up with this kind of crap in your system?”

Arden pointed at Dorian. “Because of him. Too many women like him. They see me as competition and try to take me out.”

Felix nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, that tracks.”

Eventually, the results came back. Felix prepared an antidote. Dorian poured her a glass of water.

“Drink this. You’ll be fine.”

Arden exhaled in relief. “Did I ruin Celine’s entrance?”

“No. She asked if you’d still be able to do the opening dance. I told her no.”

Arden stood up. “Why would you do that? I’m fine. This is her once–in–a–lifetime coming–of–age. I can’t let

her down.”

Dorian looked at her hand.

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“I’ll get someone else to fill in. You don’t have to go.”

“I’m going.” She turned toward the door.

Seeing her so stubborn, Dorian gave in.

“Fine. There’s still an hour till the show. Go shower. I’ll have them bring you a new dress.”

Arden nodded. “Good.” Her hair was a mess. The dress was ruined.

“I’m going to shower. Can you leave?”

She looked pointedly at him, still lounging on the couch.

Dorian smirked. “The bathroom has a door. Me sitting here isn’t stopping you.”

She rolled her eyes. “Then go tell Caleb I’m fine. Can you do that for me, Mr. Vale?”

He grinned. “You’re the boss. Whatever you say.”

Later, in the hall, Caleb was having none of it. “I can’t believe you’re still thinking about keeping her here. She’s barely been at the Vale estate for two nights, and you won’t even let her leave?”

Dorian lounged back, hands in his pockets. “She’s still my wife.”

“Technically. Barely. And don’t even think about pulling anything. Separate rooms. No touching.”

“You’re really overstepping.”

“Can you promise that?”

Dorian lit a cigarette, slow and easy. “Of course not.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“You’re just jealous I’ve got a wife and you don’t.”

Caleb sneered.

“Not for long. She’ll be out of your life soon enough. And I’ll be toasting your singleness–oh wait, you won’t be single for long. I’m sure there’s a line of women waiting to move in the second she’s out.”

Dorian gave a crooked smile. Didn’t deny it.

“After the divorce, I expect you to leave Arden alone. Don’t come bothering her. Our family wants peace. We’re done trying to ‘match status‘ with yours.”

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