Everything was a deal until divorce novel Chapter 93

Everything Was a Deal Until Divorce

Chapter 93 Don’t Touch Me Again

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Arden had become completely immune to Dorian’s words. She no longer listened, and that only made his frustration grow.

“Mr. Vale, are you finished?” she asked, her voice cold and distant, already gesturing for him to leave.

Dorian felt helpless. “I only told you about Lacey because I didn’t want any more misunderstandings.”

“I don’t misunderstand,” she said flatly. “I’m also not interested in anyone else’s private life.”

Just this afternoon, he had met with Lacey–slept with her, even–and then tried to cover it up with a check for five million. Now he was here, trying to draw some moral line. The man really has some nerve.

“It’s late,” she said. “If you have nothing else to say, please leave. I’m going to bed.”

She stood up. The scent of her body wash still lingered, soft and subtle. Her lips looked flushed.

Dorian rose with her and stepped forward, placing a hand on her waist. It was slender and soft beneath his palm. His other hand brushed against her lips.

“You’re that eager to kick me out?” he asked, voice low.

“What do you think you’re doing? Let go,” Arden said, struggling.

But Dorian refused to let go. Just a few nights ago, she had been his–completely. All night, she had clung to him, sweet and obedient, whispering “babe” in his ear.

Now, she wouldn’t even let him hold her.

The lighting cast soft shadows across her features, her lips parted, drawing him in. His desire snapped free.

He pulled her in and kissed her, rough and forceful, muffling her protest. She was cornered, overwhelmed.

Arden had no choice but to bite him. In her panic, her hand knocked against a vase on the coffee table. She grabbed it and swung.

The vase hit its target. Dorian released her at once, rubbing his bloodied lip as he snatched the vase from her hand.

Arden quickly wiped her mouth, clutching her chest, eyes wary and guarded.

Dorian narrowed his gaze. “What are you wiping for?”

Her voice came out jumbled. “Mr. Vale, you want a woman? Lacey? Mira? Anyone else? Just tell me what kind of woman you like. I’ll make the call for you.”

She picked up her phone.

Dorian slammed the vase onto the table and kicked the couch. His eyes were dark and bloodshot, his shirt half unbuttoned, his body tense with rage and desire. His voice came out in a growl. “You’re telling me to

nd someone else?!”

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Chapter 93 Don’t Touch Me Again

“Yes!” she snapped. “Go find someone else. Just don’t touch me again.”

“You’re off–limits now, is that it?” he said bitterly.

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He took a step forward. She took one back, her eyes more guarded than ever. The light poured down from the ceiling, reflecting the shimmer in her gaze.

Her eyes were red at the corners. A sheen of tears welled there, and she looked like a frightened deer caught in the wild.

Dorian’s heart clenched. His voice softened unconsciously. “Why are you crying?”

He hated this version of her. He wanted the Arden from before–the one whose eyes lit up when she saw him, full of love and longing.

“Get out!” she shouted.

The silk robe she wore had been torn in the struggle. Her lips, swollen from his kiss, were glistening red. Her hair was slightly messy. She looked fragile, like a bird startled mid–flight.

“Get out! Go find Lacey, or Mira, or whoever else you want,” she cried. “If you want to cheat, just go ahead. Don’t drag me into it!”

Dorian’s eyes darkened. “You’re pushing me to someone else?”

“Yes,” she said, voice trembling. “Go. Just go.”

His jaw tensed. The veins in his arms bulged beneath his rolled sleeves. His watch glinted cold under the light.

He reached into his pocket, flicking a lighter open and closed, the flame flaring and fading. He stared at her for a long time, then said nothing.

“If you don’t leave,” Arden said, “I’ll call the police.”

She looked terrified. He realized that if he pushed any further, she might actually do it.

She was scared–not just of him, but of being trapped with him again. Dorian swallowed down the fury. Then he grabbed his jacket, stormed out the door, and slammed it behind him.

Arden collapsed to the floor the moment he left. She stumbled to the door and locked it.

She walked into the bathroom. Staring at her reflection, the tears spilled over–endless, silent.

Did it hurt? Of course it did.

When someone grows that deep inside your heart, like roots twisting through the core of who you are, tearing them out doesn’t just leave a hole.

But it would pass.

She ran a bath. Washed away the pain. Then crawled into bed, burying herself in the silence.

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