Julian's face twisted entirely in agony.
The pain from his fingers pierced straight to his core, causing his very heart to seize up in sheer torment!
Stella closed her eyes briefly. "Tell me, did you memorize it?"
Her tone was dangerously intimidating!
Now, just the thought of her three-year marriage to this piece of trash made her intensely nauseous.
Let alone allowing him to actually touch her...
When Julian didn't answer, Stella ground her boot harder into his freshly fractured hand.
"Ahhhh—"
Julian went pale from the excruciating pain.
Even his chest began to ache from the shock.
Stella pressed, "Not going to speak?"
"I... I memorized it!"
All his righteous fury over her supposedly sleeping with another man was brutally crushed into dust beneath her heel.
She was absolutely terrifying!
Seeing her act like this, Julian refused to believe she wasn't possessed, or that she didn't have some powerful sugar daddy backing her.
He had severely underestimated her. He assumed that after three years playing the country bumpkin at the Sinclair house, no one would ever want her again.
He never expected her to hook up with a powerful older man.
No wonder she was acting so incredibly arrogant these past few days!
He had to tell his brother. He wanted to see exactly which old man dared to cross the Sinclair family!
Watching Julian act like such a pathetic coward.
Stella scoffed and finally lifted her boot off his ruined hand.
She glanced down at his other, still-swollen hand and a faint smirk touched her lips. "Not bad. At least they're symmetrical now!"
Julian froze in horror. "!!!"
"Now, speak. What exactly did you want to talk about?"
She really wanted to hear what kind of garbage this dog was about to spout.
If he wanted to talk, he could just talk. Why the hell did he have to grab her?!
Julian was speechless. "..."
Hearing her ask what he wanted to discuss, Julian's heart gave another uncontrollable shudder.
She had nearly beaten him to death just for a divorce. If he brought up 'remarrying' now, would she just outright murder him?
Wait... no!
Deep down, she probably still wanted to stay with the Sinclair family, right?
Maybe this intense fury was solely because of him and Ivy?
Thinking this, Julian felt a slight sense of relief. After all, being the Second Young Madam of the Sinclair family was far more glorious than being some old man's dirty little secret.
Julian tried to push himself up, but he had absolutely no strength left.
He could only grit his teeth and say, "We... are going to remarry!"

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