Chapter 7 I'm Divorced

Eleonora wrapped her loose bath towel around her shoulders and said, "I'm leaving!"

"No way!" As soon as Quentin finished his words, Eleonora felt that her feet had left the ground.

Quentin actually carried her on his shoulder and walked toward the bedroom. Eleonora's head leant on Quentin's broad back. She clenched her fist and beat him hard on the back. "Put me down. You said you would let me go. You can't go back on your word. Let me down..."

Regardless of her hoarse roar, Quentin heavily threw her into the soft big bed with a parabola arc.

Eleonora knew what would be waiting for her next.

That was what Quentin said. She had to give whatever he wanted.

Eleonora stopped struggling like a rag.

She felt that the only bath towel on her body had been rudely torn off, so she bit her lips and closed her eyes.

She didn't want to see him. She didn't want!

The night continued to extend infinitely.

The darkness of the night made Eleonora desperate.

Finally, Quentin fell asleep with his exhausted body.

Eleonora turned on the bedside lamp and the dim blue light shone on the bed.

She turned around and looked at the man beside her.

His charming and intoxicating face was covered with a layer of blue light, mysterious and cold.

Eleonora stretched out her hands tremblingly. At that moment, she even wanted to strangle him to death.

She put her slender fingers on his neck, but she hesitated. She couldn't do it.

For more than a year, this man had given her too many physical and emotional pains. She should have wanted him to die. But she hesitated when she was holding his neck with her hands and felt his body warmth she was familiar with.

Tears dripped down on Quentin's naked chest.

Quentin turned over and did not know what had happened. He murmured in his sleep, "I'm sorry, Eleonora!" Then he held Eleonora tightly in his arms.

These words made Eleonora's heart full of pains in an instant.

He actually felt sorry for her in his dream.

What kind of person was he?

Eleonora's eyes were wide open until almost dawn.

In the morning, Quentin was awakened by the ringtone of his mobile phone. When he woke up, he found that he was hugging Eleonora tightly. Quentin frowned and suddenly pushed her away. He quickly found the clothes he would wear today in the wardrobe and was ready to leave with a dull face.

"Didn't you say we were going to..." At this time, Eleonora didn't care about anything else. What she cared about most was whether they could get divorced today.

Quentin turned around with a sneer in his gloomy eyes. "I'll do what I said. I'll ask the lawyer to look for you with an agreement before noon. I also hope that you can disappear from my sight before noon!"

"That's good. Don't worry, Young Master. We'll be strangers from now on!" Eleonora bit her lips and said.

It seemed that he didn't miss the marriage of more than a year, just like her.

Yes, there was nothing to miss. It was he who had been angry to marry her from the very beginning. Everyone knew that.

It was over. It was finally over.

The bedroom door was slammed.

Quentin left without looking back.

Eleonora let out a long sigh of relief.

After Eleonora simply packed up her luggage, she called her best friend Anna and said, "Anna, bring me some clothes inside and outside before noon. I'll wait for you in the villa of the Lance family. You've come here before."

"Do the clothes inside and outside include the underwear? What do you want to do?"

"Of course, I want to wear them."

Anna on the other side of the phone was confused and said, "You don't have a fever, right? You are Young Mistress of the Lance family. You wear either luxury goods or the world's top-level famous brands from inside to outside. Now you ask me for some clothes to wear. Are you all right?"

"I'm divorced!" Eleonora paused and then said.