Everything was a deal until divorce novel Chapter 92

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She hung up, then blocked his number again. When Dorian tried to call back, it went straight to voicemail. His expression turned ice–cold.

Lucien stood quietly in the corner, not daring to breathe.

Arden caught a ride home, stopped at the market near her building, and picked up some groceries. She planned to cook.

Back on the sixth floor, she glanced around. No Dorian. Relief.

She made rice, cooked dinner, took a long hot shower, and was just about to eat when–ding–dong. Doorbell.

Frowning, she checked the peephole. Dorian. What the hell?

She was about to open it… then stopped herself. Outside, Dorian, seeing the doorbell didn’t work, started knocking loudly. “Arden, open up. I know you’re in there. If you don’t open the door, I’m gonna keep knocking. If the neighbors complain, that’s on you.”

He was knocking like a maniac. Arden couldn’t take it anymore. “Dorian, knock it off!”

He raised an eyebrow. “Open the door and I’ll stop. Otherwise, I’m not leaving.”

Right on cue, a neighbor cracked their door open. “Hey, it’s late. Can you stop banging the door like that?”

Arden’s face burned with embarrassment. She opened the door a crack and stuck her head out, glaring. “You know you’re disturbing people, right?”

Seeing her so defensive, Dorian pushed on the door. “Let me in. We’ll talk inside.”

“What do you want to say?”

“Not something I can explain in one sentence.”

Before she could react, Dorian had already pushed the door open. Her tiny arms were no match. She had no choice but to let him in.

He looked like he’d been drinking. His eyes were slightly bloodshot, shirt collar unbuttoned, face still sharp as ever. But Arden wasn’t the same girl anymore.

It was the first time Dorian had seen her new place. It was warm, cozy, her. “You planning to live here long

term?”

He sat on the couch like he owned it. Arden didn’t even bother offering him water. “Yes. Mr. Vale, say what

you came to say.”

She sat in the farthest corner of the couch, freshly showered, hair down, skin flushed. Dorian’s eyes landed on her. She stood up and grabbed a robe, covering her light sleepwear.

Dorian was speechless. But he wasn’t here to ogle her. He got serious. “I’m sorry about the auction. I jumped to conclusions. I didn’t know the full story.”

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Arden didn’t even blink. “Not a big deal. After all, Lacey’s your favorite. It’s natural to take her side. I’ve always rubbed you the wrong way, haven’t I? You misunderstanding me… totally expected.”

That hit a nerve. Especially now that he knew Lacey wasn’t the girl who saved him. Just the thought of her made his skin crawl.

“Who said she’s my favorite?”

You slept with her. You defended her. What, is she not?

“Then why were you so quick to protect her, Mr. Vale? If she’s not special to you, why did you back her like that? You slept with her, didn’t you?”

Dorian tugged his lips into a half–smile. “I didn’t.”

You said you did. In a damn café. You even asked her if she wanted to marry into your family.

And now you’re here trying to play the innocent card?Men.

“I don’t care what you and Lacey had going on. If you’re done, you can leave.”

Her tone didn’t shift. She didn’t look at him. But something in his chest tightened. Something was slipping out of his control–and he didn’t know how to stop it.

Dorian sat with his legs spread, eyes scanning the room. On the coffee table, a pretty little glass cup sat with half a cup of water.

He picked it up and drank. It hit the spot.

Arden saw and froze. “Hey! That was my cup!”

Too late. He’d already downed it. “I was thirsty. Didn’t notice.”

Arden grabbed the cup and tossed it straight into the trash. He watched her, expression darkening again. “Arden, what the hell?”

“You drank from it. I don’t want it anymore.”

“You think I’m dirty?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

Ha. She pulled something from her drawer–it was the black card he’d given her. “I have money now. I don’t need this.”

She tossed it onto the couch. Dorian remembered giving her that card. Back then, he was genuinely pleased with her. He wanted her to have whatever she wanted. No limits.

“You really want to draw the line like this?”

“Shouldn’t we?”

don’t take back what I give. If you don’t want it, throw it away.

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