Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 495

Edith's eyes snapped open, irritation flaring as she glared at him. "What's wrong with you, Herbert? You came all the way from Vista Town just to check if I'm wearing a tank top?"

"We're divorced! You don't get a say anymore!"

Edith was fuming.

Really, where did Herbert pop out from, some ancient tomb?

"No, that's not it."

Herbert withdrew his hand. "I came to explain about that model."

Edith laughed, "Model? Which one?"

He'd been linked with models left and right - if not ten, then at least eight.

The latest rumor involved a supermodel.

Herbert glanced into her room, "Can I come in?"

Without a word, Edith stepped aside to let him in, deliberately adding, "Keep it down, my boyfriend's still sleeping."

Herbert stiffened, casting a glance at the empty bed, a rare flicker of emotion crossing his face. "Edith, if you're trying to make me jealous, at least pick someone believable."

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Talking to Herbert always felt like they were speaking different languages, and once again, she exploded. "Herbert, stop being so self-righteous. Just because you're six or seven years older doesn't mean you can dictate my life!"

Thinking of Herbert's past actions, her anger grew. "What's wrong with wearing a tank top, or dating younger guys? And you talk about being believable. I'll have you know, tomorrow, I'm going to wear lingerie and find a younger man..."

"Tomorrow?"

Herbert suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her down onto the soft bed. "Tomorrow, you won't be able to get out of bed!"

Already sleep-deprived, Edith's

Comuster was cursing. "Herbert!

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Edith couldn't help but wonder if she really wouldn't be able to get out of bed tomorrow.

"Shh..."

Herbert's brow furrowed, picking up on something. "Seems like those young guys aren't up to the mark?"

Nothing had changed since they parted ways!

They were both adults; how could

Edith not understand his

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insinuation? Despite feeling almost broken, she retorted, "Herbert, I seriously doubt your manhood can't you just get on with it without all this nonsense?"

He tightened his grip on Edith's waist. "You're questioning whether I'm a man?"

Edith truly woke up while showering.

Half-dreaming, half-awake, she had ended up with her ex-husband.

Her mind was a mess. After changing out of her muddy nightgown, she hurried out the door.

Herbert grabbed her hand. "Where are you off to so early?"

"Buying medicine."

"What medicine?"

"What else?"

Edith gritted her teeth, aching all over from a night of unfamiliar

exertion, glaring at Herbert.

Shovel

entives!"