Ex-husband, Please Respect Yourself

Chapter 71: Tyrone, You Juggle Me

Tyrone's eyebrows were frowned tighter. He could not help holding her shoulder. "Cathy, you divorced me because you just want to pursue what you like. Don't you find that he just want to find a stepmother for his daughter? Do you really think he likes you?"

Cathy's face flashed with embarrassment and her expression was cold. She struggled away his arm and sneered. "I didn't say I liked him, either. He wants to find a stepmother for his daughter, and I just want to find a stepfather for my child. He is gentle, considerate and family-oriented. He is a good husband. I believe he will love me and my children in the future."

Looking at he gradually changing his face, she raised the corner of her mouth and her hands, like helping him to dress, caressed him casually on the chest, and softened her voice a little. "Besides, at our age, how can we have the time to talk about love? Perhaps only bosses like you have the leisure to find a 20-year-old girl to spend time in love."

Tyrone's eyes darkened. His big palm caught her little hand and pressed it on his chest. He murmured, "I don't have much time and interest to find any girls. Even if I didn't tell you about my work before, I don't have any women outside. Cathy, I don't cheat you in our marriage."

Cathy was startled and stared at him quietly in the darkness of the night.

Would not he have thought she suspected that he had gone off the rails so they divorced?

She laughed in her heart. She tilted her head and tried to pull back her hand. She said, "I'm not interested in knowing whether you cheat me. It doesn't make sense to talk about it now. You don't have to ask much about my personal affairs except for the children's ones."

The man did not speak, but looked down at her. The light was very dark, no one could see others' expression.

Cathy felt the cold breath around him. She pulled her little hand back and said, "Let go!"

The man did not move at all, but tightened up as she struggled.

Cathy's face changed. Whether he could see it clearly or not, she stared at him with wide eyes. "Tyrone, release my hand. I'll go home."

The words did finish. The man embraced her.

"No!"

The muffled voice came from the neck socket and shocked Cathy's body. Her blood was gushing up. She wriggled her lip. After a while, she was careful and somewhat confused and whispered, "Ty, Tyrone, do you know what you're talking about?"

When did he get so awkward? Even he was childish.

Cathy was not foolish, and they were all adults. She saw all the changes in his recent days. It made her feel trance, but she couldn't bare to believe.

After a while, she did not receive any response. She was disappointed and thought it was another farce, but the next second she heard a man's crisp voice.

"Yes."

Cathy's face was hot and her heart began to beat chaotically," You like me?"

Anyway, he didn't have face anymore. So she wouldn't feel shy.

"Well... No dislike."

"..." Cathy was completely stunned.

She thought he would either acknowledge or refuse, but she never thought she would get such an ambiguous answer.

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A mouthful of congestion blocked his chest, and Cathy's face was blue and her strength suddenly increased. He was pulled away from her body. She shouted angrily, "Tyrone, you are making fool with me!" The man did not pay attention, so he staggered a step backwards. He looked at her with a confusing expression, "I didn't juggle you."