Alexander Johnson raised an eyebrow, thinking about the hot topic trending online this morning. He leaned casually against the door frame, meticulously sizing up Chloe Simpson.
"I didn't, I mean…"
Chloe instinctively refuted, but her voice trailed off toward the end.
The words had come out reflexively, yet upon reflection, even she found that her tone and attitude carried a striking resemblance to jealousy.
"Didn't you? Fine. Then who would you be jealous of? Lucas Hughes?"
Alexander sneered coldly, walking over and pinning Chloe on the bed. As he spoke, his hands were already making a move on her.
"Alexander, Lucas and I are already going through the paperwork. You know that."
The moment Lucas' name left Alexander's lips, Chloe involuntarily clenched her fists.
It was because of him that both she and Lucas had reached this point.
She was already on the brink of divorce with Lucas—what more did he want?
"But you're not divorced yet, are you?"
