Marry Ex's Uncle After Divorcement

Marry Ex’s Uncle After Divorcement By Jacqueline Chapter 267



Marry Ex’s Uncle After Divorcement By Jacqueline Chapter 267

“What?” Marlene was stupefied.

Theresa took a drink of the water. “Can’t you see it? Mr. Calsis is offer you an opportunity now. Only serving him tea and fruit. is way far from enough. Satisfy him with your body, and he’ll provide you with whatever you want. Take off your dress and make him content, won’t you?”

Marlene looked at Charlie before she turned back to Theresa, “Madam, you must be kidding.” She was certain Theresa didn’t Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

mean it.

Yet Theresa continued, “Why do you stand still? You think Mr. Calsis beneath you because he couldn’t walk?” She mentioned

his soreness deliberately.

That was too severe an accusation for Marlene to shoulder, and she was so close to Charlie that she just clearly felt he was

about to explode any minute. “Definitely not.” she hastened to answer, “How dare I have that sort of thoughts!”

“Then get unclad. You’ve got five minutes to do that.” Theresa began to time it by tapping on the table. Marlene had to stand up, regarding Charlie in bewilderment, and began to make rustles of her dress as though being about to strip.

It was out of Charlie’s expectation that Theresa would require Marlene to unclothe. What a “nice” wife, huh, thought Charlie

while glaring at Theresa, that she should have asked other women to strip in front of her husband!

The minutes in the private box was like a hundred years for Marlene when she had to pretend to start unclothing, until

Charlie finally ordered, “Get out now.”

With a breath of relief and silent curse, Marlene hurried to smooth down her dress. “I’ll take the leave right now.”

Resting her hand on the arm of the chair, Theresa eyed Charlie, “Why don’t you go on? I’m still waiting to watch the drama.” She was just waiting to see how far he would go though she knew what he really wanted was not the service of any woman, but to make Theresa sick.

“What a wife you are!” rebuked Charlie. “You should have got a woman to strip in front of me. Do you still have the faintest

sense of morality?”

“It’s you who is short of sense of morality.” Theresa retorted bitterly. “Isn’t you who stopped her from leaving and ordered her to serve tea and fruit? You are the most disgusting guy I’ve ever seen!” It hurt her to see that, since she loved him so much, yet he just chose to let her down.

Conscious of Theresa’s anger, Charlie began to feel guilty, but he was also displeased with her neglect of his feeling. He took his eyes off her with a snort, “I did that only to let you know I’m still popular among women even when you think me beneath you.” There was an obvious note of resentment and bitterness in his tone, as though he had been bullied by her. But wasn’t it the other way round?!

Theresa glared at him, “I think you beneath me? Please! Did I ever say or show that attitude to you? Did I abandon you

because of the wound in your legs?” She just thought she had done everything she could to look after and comfort him.

Charlie only snorted. “Didn’t you say that? Please have a recall what you told Sarah in your home. Am I really an

encumbrance?”

Theresa explained, “I’ve made that point clear to you! I didn’t mean to say that. I said that…only because I didn’t want to be

used as a tool for Sarah when she actually rejects you. She was simply using me as a pretext when she was trying to flee the marriage. I could only say those words as I didn’t want her to succeed.”

“And you plan to divorce me just because you want to be with Roderick.” Charlie went on complaining.

“It’s too much of you to say that!” retorted Theresa. “Isn’t you who suggested the divorce? You said you’ve never loved me.

We are only helping each other for the interests of our own, and I know my role. But you’ve never shown due respect to me!”

“What behavior do you regard as showing respect to you?” asked Charlie with a snort.


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