Mr. Billionaire Boundless Love

“So why did you two get a divorce then?”

“We just aren’t compatible.”

“Did you get a lot of money from the divorce?” Joseph joked.

“I could have, but I refused it. Even though I wouldn’t mind the money, I do have principles.”

Joseph laughed. “That doesn’t surprise me, unlike your marriage.” He said, then paused for a moment. “Getting married on a whim? I would maybe expect this from you, but not from Clint. He’s pragmatic, as a machine.”This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“You think I’m like that even though I’ve waited for you for that long?” Selene sneered.

“Selene, I know you. You look very reasonable and sane but are, in fact, very stubborn. When under pressure, you’re unpredictable.”

Selene went blank for a while, then suddenly laughed. “Yes, I am.”

“You know me very well, Joseph. We can forgive each other, but we won’t be together again as friends. We should celebrate, though, so let me cook dinner for us.” Selene said and stretched out her hand.

“Sounds like a plan.” Joseph also held out his hand and shook Selene’s.

Joseph rolled up his sleeves, took off his watch, and followed her into the kitchen. “I’ll help.”

“You could help me with the washing up,” Selene said, unable to refuse the offer for help.

Back when they were in a relationship, they had always lived apart due to Joseph’s studies. This was the first time in a very long time they were in the same room.

He was very skilled at doing housework, mostly due to having had to do chores around the house from an early age. Selene realized that this was most likely why he had rough hands with thick fingers.

Subconsciously, her mind wandered to Clint, whose hands were totally different from Joseph’s. Clint had long, slender, and flawless fingers. It was obvious that they had had completely different upbringings.

After they finished dinner, Joseph was getting ready to leave.

Selene saw him off beside the door. “I wish you success with your company. Good night.” She said casually.

Joseph went to give her a hug, but Selene blocked him with her palm. Joseph was visibly embarrassed and gave an awkward laugh before leaving.

Selene was in a good mood. After Joseph left, she tidied up her bedroom and went to work on designing a new style for a suit.

From now on, she would finally be left alone to herself without anyone disturbing her.

But obviously, things are never so simple.

She switched her computer on and started to work but found that she was having trouble focusing on her task. Her mind simply went blank.

It was midnight when she realized that she had still made no progress whatsoever.

At that moment, she heard someone knock at her front door.

She checked the time, which was displayed at the bottom-right corner of her computer screen. It was exactly 12 o’clock. Is there someone at the door? Selene wondered.

There was another knock at the door.

Women who live alone should be careful- Selene knew that.

Selene was not easily scared, however. She frowned and stood up, then went to the living room. She looked through the peephole to look at the person who was knocking.

Though she could only make out the profile of the man who was knocking due to the lighting, he seemed familiar, and it didn’t take her long to realize who it was- Clint Denovan.

She opened the door, and the heavy stench of booze came flooding in.

“It’s late. Why are you here? The court has allowed our divorce. I’m sure your lawyer has told you.”

It was obvious that Clint Denovan was drunk once again. He put one of his hands on the door and stared at Selene with bloodshot eyes. “Yes, I know.” He said, speaking in a surprisingly sober way.

“So then, why are you here?”

“I came to get my belongings.”

“What do you mean?” Selene frowned again.

“When you moved away from my apartment, you took my stuff. I need it back.”

After thinking for a while, Selene furrowed her brows. “That’s not true. I didn’t take anything that wasn’t mine.”

“But you have.”

“Please, Clint. Just be honest. Why are you here? You know I’m not a thief.”

Clint rubbed his eyebrows as if he was very tired. “You took my suit.”

“No, I didn’t. Why would I take them? It’s not like I could wear them.”

“You took the suit that I wore to the wedding registration when we got married.”

Hearing it, Selene realized that she really did take that suit away when she packed up her things.

She took the suit that Clint had worn to the wedding because she had worked hard to make it, and Clint did not pay for it. So, of course, she wasn’t going just to leave it there.

“That suit doesn’t belong to you.”

“Is it because I didn’t pay you for it?” Clint snorted.

“I just think it’s of no use to you anymore, so why should you take it back? I made it!” Selene answered after thinking for a moment.

“Yes, it’s of no use to me. But I don’t want your next husband to wear it.”

“I’m good at designing and making new suits. Why would I allow my future husband to wear an old suit to our wedding?” Selene sneered.

“It’s not strange at all that you would give it to your future husband since you always do as you please anyway.”

Though they had very different personalities, they barely ever quarreled with each other. This was the most intense argument between them that had ever occurred.

Clint closed his eyes for a second and lowered his voice. “I don’t want to argue with you about this. Please just go and find me the suit.”

Selene didn’t agree with him and didn’t want to give him the suit, but finally gave in, as she didn’t think she would be able to change his mind.

She opened the door and held the door open for him. “Take a seat on the couch. I’ll go and find it.”