The Divorce That Brought Us Back novel Chapter 230

Maloney stared at her, his expression utterly unreadable.

Just as Nora convinced herself that the storm had finally passed.

He hooked the corner of his lip and let out a dark, cynical chuckle.

"Heh—"

Confirmed.

Two years of painstaking effort.

And she hadn't noticed a single damn thing.

True, his pursuit had been subtle.

Orchestrated encounters, casual chats, dinners, building a foundation of familiarity.

But he had definitely dropped hints that he wanted to be more than friends.

Clearly, they all flew right over her head.

Fine, she didn't realize it back then.

But the kicker was, he had directly told her that he had been in love with her since her freshman year.

And the handmade hairpin.

He had confessed to intentionally picking it up when she dropped it back then.

Even knowing all of that now, did she seriously still not piece together that he had been actively courting her?

He grabbed her wrist and firmly pulled her hand out of his shorts.

"Don't forget, we just started dating," he said, his smile laced with sarcasm. "Keep your hands to yourself."

Nora: "..."

She completely failed to understand.

What exactly was he so furious about?

She had confessed everything she could.

After thinking for a second, she lunged forward and pecked the corner of his lips.

She whispered, "Can we kiss?"

Maloney clearly blanked for a second.

He cleared his throat, averting his gaze, neither agreeing nor refusing.

Nora prepared to launch herself at him again.

But he reached out and clamped a hand over the back of her neck.

She immediately asked, "Are we not allowed to?"

He was harboring a fiery frustration he couldn't unleash. He wanted to interrogate her thoroughly, but didn't even know where to begin. Seeing her pout her lips and act so pitifully innocent only infuriated him more.

He slipped his thumb between her parted lips.

And pressed down firmly on her tongue.

She was forced to keep her mouth wide open.

But when she picked up her phone, she had no idea how to phrase it.

After agonizing over it for ages, she finally typed into the group chat: [Hey guys, is there some sort of hidden metaphor for a guy pressing his thumb down on your tongue?]

This wasn't the first time he had done it.

He did it when he was excited, when he was holding back, and when he was angry.

She had tried Googling it before.

Nothing about hidden metaphors came up.

She was feeling utterly frustrated, desperate to vent, and just tossed the question out there.

Jasmine was the first to reply: [Like, putting his thumb inside your mouth and pushing down?]

Nora was typing an explanation when another message popped up.

Cassidy: [He wants you to give him head.]

Jasmine: [???]

Nora: [??????]

A single sentence unleashed absolute chaos.

Just then.

The doorbell to the studio rang loudly.

Nora yanked her head up from her phone, completely shell-shocked, only to see a disheveled and frantic Yates standing outside.