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Looking at the Prince Charming before her, she had only two words,

No, thanks. She turned and darted away right after firmly uttering her reply. The door was then slammed shut as soon as she vanished in the corridor. Huo Yunting was not enraged towards the attitude shown by his secretary. Instead, he calmly drew the card back to him and crumpled it before sending it to bin on a three-point shot.

His soulless eyes reflected the blue glow of the computer screen as he replayed the scene just now in his mind. He did not hear what she exactly said since he only noticed the scab on her lower lip.

He caused that.

He sighed upon realizing the consequence of his own deed.

It waskind of arousing

The scab actually made his woman sexier.

Lu Zhaoyang can only be mine, after all. Not even my uncle could stand in the way.

Lu Zhaoyang adjusted herself on her way back to her desk. She sat down, disregarding the curious stares coming from her colleagues, as she began filling in the Excel worksheet assigned to her. Inside the iceberg, there was a child, crying for the prince she lost and wailing for the fate she had received. From time to time, she would hear Huo Chens voice ringing gently by her ears. She could not concentrate.

It was an underproductive day for her. She was unwilling as her work was unfinished yet the fatigue in her dragged off her desk. She had to go home.

YES, my home. The home where the devil lives! That ridiculous home we lived, TOGETHER!

To her slight surprise, Huo Yunting did not return punctually as usual when she was having her soup. What a relief. Better to not return, ever! The metal chopsticks made a clink as she tossed them into the sink. She walked upstairs and locked her room upon entry.

The lock was futile against the devil as proven by the instances before. Lu merely wanted to muster all the bit of security she could after all.

As nightfall came quietly, a dark Rolls-Royce made a hairpin turn before it stopped before the fancy bungalow.

Huo Yunting got out of the car.

Evening, sir. The maids and butlers greeted him courteously.

He replied with a quick nod and changed into his slippers at the porch before heading straight to that room upstairs.

He turned the doorknob. As expected, it was locked.

He patiently knocked on the door a few times, Open the door.

Of course, as he imagined on his way back home, his woman would not open the door and play Rapunzel with him. But he was not the kind of prince who would wait for the way to be made.

He had a spare key but that would be too boring.

Open the door His voice rang laboriously by the door.

Lu could identify the dissatisfaction in his tone. She ignored him and continued what she had been doing anyway.

Listen here, woman. You always put up such attitude when your husband gets home. Is that how you live in a marriage? He leaned against his one arm on the door, Open the door, right now!

He could already feel his patience burning away.

There was no reply, as if there was nobody inside since the very beginning.

He pulled his collars and smiled terrifyingly as he backed a few steps away.

WHAM!

A diving kick broke the door open.

Lu Zhaoyang was astonished as her blouse escaped from her loosened grip. She turned back and saw Huo Yunting coming through.

She grabbed back her blouse tightly.

Huo Yunting observed the bed promptly as he noticed the stacks of clothing Lu Zhaoyang made, as well as an open luggage case on the floor with her necessities.

He snorted and approached her slowly, What are you planning to do?

I-isnt it obvious? She carried on folding her clothes, I have enough of your games. Our terribly wrong relationship shall hereby cease to exist! She locked up her case and reached for the piece of document on her table.

It was a divorce agreement she passed to Huo Yunting.

Signed! Sealed! Delivered! I dont need your money. I just need my freedom back, said Zhaoyang. She might appear to be undisturbed yet her heart insanely raced, fearing that the devil would burn her ticket to freedom into ashes right away.

Surprisingly, the devil took the agreement and had a quick glance, before he chuckled at Lus signature at the end.