Let’s Divorce Mrs. Wright Is Done Playing Nice novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Evan’s expression darkened. “So when exactly were you planning to get it done?”

“I-I’ve been tied up handling the media storm around Madam Summer since yesterday…” Patrick’s voice trailed off the longer he spoke.

Evan’s gaze had turned lethal. Cold. Venomous.

Patrick swallowed immediately. “The inventory’s already been compiled. I’ll have the lawyers move on it right away.”

He remembered something else he’d meant to report – but with Stella standing there, he decided against it

and hurried out of the office.

Stella struggled to break free from Evan’s arms.

“If you don’t let go right now, I won’t be polite about it.”

He dragged her to the sofa and forced her down into it.

“You’re staying here today.”

His tone was firm. Commanding. Not open to negotiation.

She twisted her shoulder and shook off his hand.

The way she recoiled from his touch made the bruise at his temple throb all over again.

He turned away, went behind his desk, and dropped into his chair. He lit a cigarette and took two sharp drags.

“By the end of today, everything they took from you will be legally transferred back. So you can stop throwing tantrums.”

Mentioning her temper only made his headache worse.

She used to be gentle. Soft. So easy to soothe.

Now when she exploded, she tore the sky open with her.

Stella shot him a cold look.

“Throwing tantrums is Summer’s specialty.”

She paused.

“I don’t play childish games. When I act, I mean it.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Also,” she continued coolly, “don’t bother talking about transferring anything back.”

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“If someone threatens to jump off a building or into a river again, I’ll just be blamed for being heartless.”

Evan went still.

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She tilted her head slightly.

“Last night on the hospital rooftop… you must’ve comforted her for quite a while before she came down, huh?”

The word ‘comforted’ dripped with sarcasm.

His breathing turned uneven.

She stood up and headed for the door.

It wouldn’t open.

She tried again. Locked.

She turned sharply. “Open it.”

“Open it for what?” he replied calmly. “Starting now, we’re staying together. Twenty-four hours.”

Her face went colder.

“Forget Felix. All right?”

Between last night and this morning, Evan had almost convinced himself something had been going on

between her and Felix.

Felix of all people.

He was the most composed, the most self-contained of them all. He had never shown interest in any

woman.

Yet he’d told Evan he supported a divorce.

He’d picked Stella up from the bridge.

He’d asked about her health this morning.

Eight months since Felix returned. Six months of Stella visiting Times Square.

The numbers tangled in Evan’s head.

He was convinced they’d known each other before.

Stella let out a low, disbelieving laugh.

“Twenty-four hours? You’re sure?”

He frowned. “What?”

“I’ll bet you won’t even last one hour before you run off.”

His jaw tightened.

That mouth of hers.

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She knew reasoning with him was useless. So she simply walked back to the sofa and sat down.

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