7
I wandered alone at the banquet.
Calmly dealing with one pitying gaze after another.
Alexander sent away his eager little mistress and found me with a stern face, reminding me that I should follow him and fulfill my duties as Mrs. Yan in public.
I downed a glass of champagne in one go, ignoring him.
In fact, if I hadn’t thought I could see Mrs. Thompson, who had long been living abroad, here to tell her about the divorce, I wouldn’t have come
at all.
“Olivia, what the hell are you playing at!” Alexander gritted his teeth, his face darkening.
He suddenly grabbed my wrist, changing his tone.
“How did you get so thin in just a few days? You look like a ghost.”
“I had people send a lot of baby supplies to the house, did you receive them?”
But I coldly shook him off, leaving him standing there.
After a few more glasses of wine.
I found a quiet corner to rest.
But I overheard Chloe and her friend laughing on the couch.
“Chloe, you’re Mrs. Davis now, all proper and legal. I’m so happy for you!”
“I’m happy for you too! Who doesn’t know that you, Chloe White, are Mr. Yan’s beloved now?”
“Hurry up and make some moves, try to give him a child!”
