Meredith shivered. Derek said she made her sick, but she didn't know how to refute it.
Because now, she herself felt that she was dirty, and she didn't even have the intention of a refutation.
In that case, the only thing she could do might be...
"Derek, since you hate me so much, let's...get a divorce."
With her head down, Meredith said word by word. The position of the young madam of the Xaviers should not have belonged to her. Originally, she was a virgin, and perhaps she could have an extravagant hope for that position, but now... She had nothing.
Who would want a woman like her?
Derek glared at her. She didn't apologize to him or beg for his forgiveness. Instead, she said with massive understatement that she just wanted a divorce.
Did she really think he wouldn't do anything to her?
He was controlling himself from tearing Meredith's delicate body apart. "We get a divorce now so that you and your adulterer can live a happy life? No way."
Meredith looked up and met Derek's angry eyes. She didn't know how to defend herself; nor did she understand why he didn't agree to a divorce...
Didn't he feel sick at the sight of her? Wouldn't it be good for both of them if she disappeared?
While the two of them were at loggerheads, Derek's phone rang. It was from Damian.
"Boss, the girl Nova was found. Should I take her to the company or..."
Derek frowned when he heard this. "Tell her to wait there. I'll go over and ask her something."
Hanging up the phone, Derek looked at Meredith indifferently. "Meredith, this is not over yet. If you dare to cuckold me, I will get this even with you slowly."
"In the past, I was so blind as to be deceived by a woman like you. In the future, I will make your life worse than death."
After that, the man left without looking at her again.
Meredith sat on the floor for a long time. She had already soaked in cold water. Sitting on the cold floor made her body constantly trembling.
She knew that Derek's hatred was probably deeper than the moment they met. She had no way out, and Derek would definitely torture her hard.
...
Derek quickly drove to MS Hotel. Damian was waiting at the door. "She's waiting inside."
Derek nodded and walked into the room where the girl was. It was the same presidential suite where he had slept with her, but those marks had been cleared.
Nova sat on a chair, holding a bag of men's shirt in her hand, her face filled with fear.
Just now, when she took the clothes to wash, she found out that this shirt was a famous brand and was worth a lot of money, so she planed to clean it up and see if she could sell it for some money.
However, the man named Damian found her. After asking her name, he saw the shirt, so he brought her here directly to ask about last night.
She was afraid that someone would find out that she had lent her work clothes to others and neglected her duties, so she lied.
Unexpectedly, she was asked to wait here, and no matter what she asked, the man refused to tell her why he was looking for her.
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