The CEO Wants To Divorce Me
Chapter 129

Emma Wyatt's eyes widened, she must have heard wrong!

She thought Ezra's behavior at the drinking party was just a new way for him to torment Arabella.

Didn't Ezra have a new lover?

What the hell is that he let Arabella go home with him?

Emma Wyatt was just about to say no to Ezra when Noah Hall suddenly said in a deep voice, "Ezra, don't go too far, give her to me!"

Arabella was very drunk. Who knows how much of a jerk Ezra is and if he would have done anything to Arabella?

Noah Hall didn't dare to think about it.

Ezra tightened his force, his eyes disdainful, "Noah Hall, may I ask in what capacity are you saying this to me?"

Emma Wyatt held her forehead with a headache. The wosrt scenario she had feared most had arrived.

Noah Hall was so angry that the veins in front of his forehead jumped, "By virtue of being Bella's friend, I won't take advantage of people's danger."

Ezra snickered, and in front of everyone, two fingers ambiguously picked up Arabella's hair that fell on her forehead and snapped it behind her ear, his eyes burning, and said word for word, "We are now living together, she can only go home with me." A live-in relationship?

Emma Wyatt and Nick were shocked.

Ezra finished, picked Arabella up by the waist and walked to the limousine on the side of the road.

Noah Hall couldn't replace a suitable reason to retort, because he was telling the truth.

Emma Wyatt covered her head and leaned into Nick's arms, "Honey, I feel like I've had too much to drink tonight, I'm so drunk, this must be my hallucination, it must be a hallucination ...... let's hurry back to bed, it's horrible."

Nick felt the same way, "Noah, I'll take Emma back first, you're okay to go back alone, right?"

Noah Hall replied absentmindedly, "It's fine, I called a chauffeur."

Nick stopped talking and helped Emma Wyatt to the car.

On the other hand, Ezra carried an unconscious Arabella into the bedroom.

Arabella had just laid down on the bed when she suddenly opened her eyes and stared at Ezra steadily.

Ezra was puzzled and asked softly, "Are you thirsty, I'll go get you some water ......"

Arabella slammed a fist into Ezra's chest, a fast and heavy punch that lifted Ezra, who was sitting defenseless on the edge of the bed.

Ezra didn't even have time to get up, he just felt a blackness before his eyes, Arabella jumped from the bed and sat on top of him, grabbed him by the collar and cried out.

"Ezra, you're an a*****e!"

"Haven't you caused me enough pain? I decided to forget about you, and you came along to mess with me, I don't owe you anything."

Arabella rode Ezra's body, instantly red-eyed, tears rushing down her face.

Ezra's heart felt a dull ache and he lay motionless on the ground, saying in a dumb voice, "I'm sorry."

Arabella's forehead rested against his chest, tears soaked the expensive white shirt, "I don't have a mom and dad anymore, I'll be left on my own, I don't know what to do, what can I do?" Her sobs were heavy and oppressive, like a blow to Ezra's heart.

Ezra suffered in silence, remorse almost overwhelming him.

For a long time, Arabella's cries subsided and finally disappeared completely.

Ezra's chest sank, and he found Arabella lying in his arms, asleep at some point.

He got up and gently carried Arabella back to bed and tucked her in.

The sleeping Arabella looked very good and pretty, with a light pink nose and cheeks, and a few tears hanging from her thick and long eyelashes, almost slipping down.

Ezra raised his hand and wiped her tears with his fingertips, his eyes full of self-blame and pain, "I'm sorry Bella, you hate me, I don't blame you and I'm not qualified to blame you, as long as you're happy, you can ask me for anything excessive." Arabella's eyelids moved, she didn't wake up, but her hands scratched randomly in the air, and finally tightened around Ezra's wrist.

The sharp fingertips were embedded in Ezra's skin, leaving a trail of blood of varying depths, and he didn't even frown, seemingly unable to feel the pain.

"Don't! Don't go, don't leave me alone, I'm scared......" Arabella murmured, her brow knitted, as if dreaming of a bad memory.

Ezra gently reassured, "I'm not leaving, I'll stay here with you, sleep in peace."

Arabella really quieted down and slowly fell asleep.

A good night's sleep.

Arabella opened her eyes and was met with a handsome face that was magnified several times.

Ezra had actually spent the night at her bedside.

Arabella's eyes sneered, and her gaze fell on their clasped hands.

It can be confirmed that Ezra was extremely special to her.

Even if she didn't take the initiative, Ezra would still haunt her because of the guilt and resentment he once felt, loving her with the love he thought he had. Even so, Arabella would never be soft-hearted.

To avoid a long night, she decided to speed up the process of revenge.

Arabella withdrew her hand without moving, got out of bed, washed up, and left Ezra sleeping on the edge of the bed to go downstairs alone. Strangely enough, Arabella saw no sign of Rosie Graham.

In the absence of Rosie Graham, Arabella turned around and went into the kitchen.

Ezra woke up without Arabella in the bed, and with his heart racing, he rushed downstairs to replace a familiar figure working in the kitchen.

He quietly walked to the kitchen door, and the familiar scene made his eyes flush.

When Arabella married into James's, she dutifully became the hostess of James's. For this reason she gave up her dream to think about his favorite dishes in the kitchen.

No matter how perfect Arabella's cooking was, every time he would replace a fault and deliberately gave her a bad look, either because her food was terrible or because she had no ambition in life and would only focus on him.

Arabella noticed the sight behind her, she turned around and smiled, "You're awake, I made you breakfast, go and clean up, you can eat soon."

Ezra subconsciously said, "Actually, you don't have to work so hard, just leave it to the servants."

Arabella clenched her fingers and lowered her eyes, "Ezra, actually, I remember everything from last night. I'm sorry I don't have anything I can give you, so I thought I'd make you a breakfast myself as a reward for taking care of me for one night." "I hope you don't mind."

Ezra said pleasantly, "Not too much, as long as you make it, I like it."

Arabella smiled, that beautiful smile almost made Ezra lose himself.

"I'll go clean up first." Ezra said and turned to go upstairs.

Arabella watched his back with a smile that grew cold.

Ezra ate all of his breakfast...

Ezra went out to work with a strong spirit, making him a little more approachable. Arabella, on the other hand, looked at the empty cup in front of her and was a bit confused.

Ezra was allergic to mangoes, and the mango juice was prepared by Arabella for herself, so why did he drink it all?

"Adam, go get me some anti-allergy medication." Ezra had a hard time getting through the meeting, stepped into the office and started taking off his jacket, revealing his red and swollen neck and wrists.

Ezra's allergies were so severe that Adam wondered, "Mr. James, did you touch something this morning that you shouldn't have?"

Ezra thought for a moment and said, "Well, I didn't pay attention to it today, I drank a glass of mango juice, go get the medicine, I have a meeting later, I don't want to affect my work."

Adam did not know that Rosie Graham was working as a maid in Ezra's house, and he quickly associated it with Arabella.

Ezra never cooked, and the villa's servants were well aware of his eating habits, and a forbidden drink like mango juice could never have been on Ezra's table.

So Arabella's suspicion was instantly magnified several times.

Adam, who somewhat regretted begging Arabella to make up with Ezra, carefully proposed, "Mr. James, you should take care of yourself and be especially vigilant about the people around you." Ezra was so engrossed in the sweetness Arabella was giving him that he did not take Adam's words to heart.

"I am sensible. No need to say more."