After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 1085 Fierce Last Night, Gentle This Morning

Chapter 1085 Fierce Last Night, Gentle This Morning

Mavis stared at him, "Are you serious?"

He leaned over and kissed her gently on the tip of the ear, "Are you regretting? If you don't want a

divorce, you can..."

"No, I hope you can walk the talk and keep your promise."

Anthony was stunned, and concealed an imperceptible glint in his eyes, adding lust to his handsome

flushed face.

"I am as good as my word."

His slender finger wrapped around the straps of her nightgown, and he took it off easily...

The bedside lamp in the bedroom went out.

In the dark environment, the air was scorching hot.

...

In the morning.

The plain-colored curtains fluttered slightly, and a ray of light fell on the handsome profile of the man.

He blinked his eyes, and his deep blue eyes were as profound as the sea, shining like precious gems.

Anthony woke up.

The madness of last night flooded his mind all at once, but there was no sweet expression on his face.

Only endless and complex thoughts remained after he suppressed the darkness.

He turned over gently and Mavis was facing away from him, not yet fully awake.

His clearly defined big hand reached out and embraced Mavis' slender waist, pulling her into his arms.

Mavis was so tired that she couldn't keep her eyes open and subconsciously let out a low hum.

Anthony immediately slowed down his movements and placed his hand on her waist.

Gently he rubbed and twisted it.

"Does it still hurt?"

Mavis didn't reply.

After tossing and turning all night, Anthony woke up early. Mavis actually didn't sleep well at all, her

thoughts still in a half-dream state.

But Anthony's words made her completely sober and reminded her of the absurdity of last night.

She actually slept with Anthony last night...??

Was she intoxicated by Anthony's alcohol breath?

How can she agree with his outrageous behavior? They were already getting divorced, so what was

the point of sleeping together one more time?

In a completely sober state, she was absolutely mortified.

Moreover, Anthony's warm palm was still caressing her waist, and she couldn't help but suffocate even

more.

Last night he was as fierce as a wild beast, but this morning he was so gentle that it was unbelievable.

Was he out of his mind?

"Um, it hurts."

She spoke in a distant tone, pushing away the hand that was resting on her waist and moving to the

side to create some distance. She had an attitude of "don't mess with me".

Anthony raised his arm, as if he didn't what happened, leaned over again, stroked the side of her face

with the back of his hand, and said sincerely, "Sorry, I have been abstinent for too long. Lost my sense

of proportion. I will pay attention next time."

Mavis was confused.

There was a next time?

She was a little annoyed, "What did you promise last night? Did you forget?"

"No, at the Civil Affairs Bureau at 9:00 in the morning after seven days, I will not change my mind if I

promise to do so. All the choices are left to you. During these seven days, if you go back on your word,

you can notify me at any time."

This statement seemed to place him in a very low position, as if she was really following his heart and

he was no longer acting superior like before.

Anthony like this was a bit strange.

Mavis, puzzled, pinched the pillow with determination. "I won't regret it," she said firmly.

Anthony didn't say anything else and lay down next to her again, his forehead gently touching the back

of her neck.

She stiffened all over and didn't move at all. Although she was very tired, she couldn't fall asleep at all

because of the eerie silence in the bedroom.

After some time had passed, Anthony whispered softly, "Have you been doing well in Bostrain for these

past five years?"

Mavis hesitated for a moment before answering casually, "Pretty good."

Anthony's breath caught in his throat when he heard this answer and he hugged both Mavis and the

blanket tightly.

His trembling eyelashes hid his complex emotions that were almost suffocating him inside. His mind

kept replaying Moore's words from yesterday.

"She already had prenatal depression to begin with. After giving birth without proper care or recovery

time, not only did her physical health deteriorate further but also did her mental problems become more

severe. She was alone taking care of her elderly mother in a foreign country where Bostrain is

backward and poor; initially she had to work multiple jobs just to survive."

"The first time I met her was at the hospital when she attempted suicide by cutting herself; after

returning here for such a long period of time, have you not noticed any scars on her wrists?"

"Later on Ms. Lloyd came along encouraging Mavis that even if it meant seeing their son again

someday, she should still live life properly..."

"The second time I saw Mavis was when she wore hospital clothes sitting on a bench in the garden

staring blankly into space. The sunlight shone upon her fair skin like snow making it seem as though an

angel descended upon earth yet also resembling a fragile doll about to break apart. At that moment I

thought how wonderful it would be if I could bring this beautiful girl home with me."

"There are many other things too if you want me to tell you..."

With so much going through his mind, Anthony held onto Mavis tightly while running his fingers over

the thin scar on top of wrist under cover of the blanket.

Her depression started because of him but someone else cured it...

His chest felt tight as even his heart felt suppressed.

Anthony pursed his lips, wanting to explain something but not knowing where to start.

Mavis didn't know what he was thinking, only that being restrained like this made her uncomfortable.

She instinctively wanted to break free.

"Don't move, I won't do anything else to you. I just want to hold you for a while and then leave."

Mavis remained silent but stopped struggling.

After who knew how long, she fell asleep from exhaustion.

When she woke up again, it was the smell of fragrant food that woke her up. Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

The temperature of the bed had already cooled down and Anthony had long since disappeared. There

were several lunch dishes in a lunch box on the bedside table.

She endured the soreness all over her body and got out of bed to check it out. Beef stroganoff, baked

potatoes, green bean Casserole, French onion soup...

They were all home-cooked dishes but done very delicately.

She slept for so long that she didn't even know when Anthony cooked at home or made soup. Last

night when he hadn't been seen in days and suddenly acted strange since then. But she didn't think

much about it; nothing else mattered except leaving Crana with their son after getting divorced seven

days later and never seeing him again for life.

Looking at the lunch box on the small table, Mavis sat down holding onto her waist while gasping for

breath.

"It hurts so much. He's crazy like a devil."

Forget it; they were going to get divorced anyway so there was no loss.

The food in the box was still warm and tasted good as well as being just right for eating now which

helped soothe some of Mavis' anxiety.

...

In the afternoon.,

Kane took Moore to Green Grove Apartment.

Mavis received the news early on and waited downstairs at the apartment building.

Kane got off first.

Kane walked up quietly beside Mavis, "Mrs. Callahan, please go back inside first because there are too

many blind spots outside on these streets where people can take pictures without being noticed."

After all their divorce with Anthony had become news so better be careful than sorry.

Mavis nodded in agreement before turning around back inside.

The two met inside the apartment room..

Moore still had bandages wrapped around his forehead from when he hit himself, while his bruises

faded slightly but still visible enough, showing signs of having been beaten recently.

And Moore immediately saw several hickeys on Mavis' neck which looked suspiciously like something

happened between them.

Moore's expression under his glasses became extremely desolate, "Mavis... did he force you?"