A Successful Career After Divorce

Shannon comforted Holly with understanding, then explained to Ranita, “Ranita, my villa’s wiring had some issues these past few days and is under renovation. Holly was worried about my safety alone and asked me to stay here for a few days.”

“I hope you don’t mind, Ranita!”

Ranita, holding Ayaan’s hand, responded indifferently, “Boulderland Mansion isn’t my home. Whether you stay or not doesn’t concern me, so there’s no need to mind.”

“Thank you so much, Ranita. You’re so kind,” Shannon said softly with a smile, then turned to Brendon. “Brendon, it must have been a tiring journey. Please come in and rest!”This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“Shannon is right. Don’t just stand at the door, come inside!” Amiya ordered the servants coldly after giving Ranita a disdainful look. “Bring out the yuzu leaf water for Brendon to wash his hands and ward off bad luck.”

Amiya’s mocking words were clearly aimed at Ranita.

Brendon glanced indifferently and didn’t move. “I don’t believe in such things.”

“I’m a bit tired. I’ll go rest first. You all should go too,” Brendon said calmly and left with Ranita and Ayaan.

“Brendon… stop right there…” Amiya shouted, looking like she was about to lose her temper. Ranita frowned and asked, “Is everything okay?”

“Ewan Stuart is here! Don’t worry,” Brendon replied with a cold smile.

Ranita didn’t bother to respond and followed Brendon out.

As soon as Ayaan entered the house, he started running around. Ranita helped Brendon unpack. When she opened a drawer, she found a piece of women’s lingerie-white and sheer, almost like wearing nothing at all.

Ranita raised an eyebrow.

“Why are you standing there in a daze?” Brendon leaned against the closet door, looking both noble and handsome after his recovery.

Ranita hooked the white lingerie with a finger, her tone full of teasing. “Brendon, you play pretty wild, huh?”

Even someone as composed as Brendon was taken aback.

“Whose is this?” Brendon walked over quickly, looking somewhat disgusted.

“It was in your closet. You’re asking me whose it is?” Ranita looked at Brendon with a fierce gaze.

“I didn’t put it there! No other woman has stayed in this room besides you!” Brendon explained earnestly, “I really don’t know what’s going on!”

Ranita felt uncomfortable. She tossed it back and smiled faintly. “Mr. Stuart, no need to explain. I realize my attitude earlier was inappropriate. I’m not anyone special to you; why should I care so much? Right?”

Brendon shook his head. “No, that’s not right!”

With that, he pulled Ranita into his arms, pressing her against him while his hands roamed her lower back. He kissed her ear as he said, “You are my wife.”

“Let go! Who’s your wife?” Ranita felt ticklish on her back and tried to push him away but couldn’t, feeling extremely annoyed.

The man was being shamelessly stubborn.

“No way!” Brendon held her tighter and continued to explain, “I really don’t know how this happened…”

Just then, there was a knock on the door. “Ranita, Brendon, are you in there?”

“I’m coming in.”

Hearing this, Ranita quickly pushed Brendon away. “Let go, Shannon is here!”

Instead of letting go, Brendon held her tighter and kissed her again. “So what if she’s here? It’s perfectly natural for me to kiss my wife.”

With all the hugging and kissing, Ranita’s cheeks and ears turned red.

Of course, Shannon walked in right at that moment and saw everything, her face turning extremely sour…