The CEO Wants To Divorce Me
Chapter 30

The man's face was a little tired because he hadn't slept all night. The corners of his eyes were ruddy, and his chin had even developed some bruised stubble. Seeing Arabella awake, Ezra immediately withdrew his gaze and took a few steps back, leaning lazily against the doorframe with a carefree look. "You're a delicate one, but you were left kneeling all night, and you fainted after so little time?" The man's face was expressionless, "Don't think that's going to get me to let Aden Ruth off the hook, then you've come to the wrong person." Arabella's eyes lowered and she said softly, "I didn't."

The woman's voice was hoarse and faint as if the wind blew it away.A flash of impatience flashed in Ezra's eyes.

"Since you didn't do what you did yesterday, there's no need to call me about Aden Ruth."

Arabella's breath hitched and she immediately shook her head in panic, "No, no, I can still hold on!"

She didn't know the man's intentions and had to struggle to get out of bed.

The woman scrambled to her feet, stumbling unsteadily, her slightly wide neckline sliding down slightly just enough to reveal her thin white shoulders and neck.

Arabella had studied dance since she was a child, and her neck was born straighter and slimmer than the next person. The fine black hair just touched the delicate collarbone, swaying gently with the woman's movements, clearly unintentional but extraordinarily provocative.

Ezra's eyes darkened, and suddenly it felt like Arabella was deliberately teasing herself.

He straddled his long legs and reached right out to press the woman's delicate shoulders, his tone light, "Now I've changed my mind."

"If you can please me and make me happy, maybe there's a way out for Aden Ruth to live."

To please him?

Arabella's eyes instantly widened as she looked at the man in shock and amazement.

Having been a couple with Ezra for three years, she immediately understood what the man meant.

But how is he still able to say such things?!

Having gone through a miscarriage and a fever that had just turned, was that the only thing he could think of when he looked at himself?

Her children lost their lives because of the man in front of her, her parents were even more oppressed by him, and I'm afraid that she'll have to carry this ridiculous crime for the rest of her life, and now this man actually wants to do this kind of thing himself? What does Ezra think of her, Arabella? A w***e who wants to f**k whenever she wants to f**k?!

Arabella's emotions tumbled and her throat choked for a moment, her reddened eyes fixed on the man.

Ezra didn't say anything, towering over her and unbuckling his belt with one hand.

The woman clenched her fists and bit her lip in a long struggle before she leaned forward with a shudder.

But her slightly white lips had just touched the man when her stomach suddenly lurched.

Arabella subconsciously covered her mouth and dry-heaved a few times, but she couldn't throw up anything at all because she hadn't eaten for so long.

The man beside her immediately sensed her discomfort.

"What do you mean?!"

Ezra was furious as he pulled the woman by the h air and forcefully lifted her face up.

Suddenly nauseous, Arabella's eyes became watery and hazy from her physical reaction, and her lips, which had been bleakly white, looked vulnerable but sexy as they were slightly engorged by the man's fingers rubbing them together.

Ezra paused and his hand ripped the woman's collar right off. His lips curled into a cruel smile, "Fine, you think I'm disgusting, don't you? Now I'll show you who's really dirtier."

Arabella's eyes widened in horror, but she couldn't stop the man's rough movements.

Ignoring her defenses, Ezra's large palm placed a pair of the woman's wrists directly against her forehead. Long legs straddled, aggressive movements that felt like they carried the air of a dominant attack, overpowering and oppressive enough to keep the woman beneath her from making a move.

Arabella knew full well that Ezra had grown angry, and the only thing she could do was to tilt her neck and take it passively.

Another thin layer of sweat spread across the woman's fresh body, only to be quickly brushed away by Ezra's large palm. The man's panting grew heavier and his movements began to be reckless, Arabella clenched her lower lip, her voice still spilling out between her lips in one last shrug.

"Oooh......

The woman's wailing gag woke the peepers at the door.

b***h!

Outside the door Beth Ruth turned haughtily, casually flinging the cuddly pillow hard against the door. The dull sound did not disturb the man and woman in the room, however, and the tumbling continued.

Beth Ruth's heart rose and fell violently; she had been listening at the door for ten minutes, and anyone who was inside knew by heart what they were doing.

She just didn't realize how ambiguous Ezra's attitude towards Arabella had become now. Thinking about the way the man had looked so lost in thought after Arabella had passed out last night, Beth Ruth immediately pinched the hug pillow, the murderous look in her eyes like she saw it as the woman in the room.

Arabella must be eradicated once and for all!

Beth Ruth waited upstairs until noon before finally waiting for the men to come up.

"Beth, why don't you come downstairs for lunch?"

He looked at the woman on the bed and finally sensed Beth Ruth's downcast, mournful emotions.

Ezra patiently walked over and stroked the woman's hair and asked in a soft voice, "What's wrong?"

Beth Ruth looked like she finally couldn't help herself, her eyes slightly red and a little disturbed in a way that made the heart grow fonder, "Ezra, are you really not going to divorce your sister anymore? You, you don't want me anymore?"

Ezra was stunned, as if he thought of something, he averted his eyes somewhat perversely, and only after half a second did he say indifferently, "Of course I'm leaving, why should a woman as vicious as Arabella be my wife?"

The man's face was light, but his words were cruel, "I'm going to take my time with Arabella, and then kick her out when she really has nothing left. That's what makes for good drama, isn't it?"

Beth Ruth would be skeptical, disgruntled but not daring to say anything.

Beth Ruth had subsided for a few days because of the man's attitude. She had been wan and uninterested, although she was still critical of Arabella.

She waited a few days, and finally, Ezra made a move.

It was just after dawn when several servants barged into Arabella's room and moved rudely to get her ready to go out.

Arabella was unsure until the man pulled up in front of the courthouse and she realized Ezra's intentions.

"Aren't you very dutiful? Today Aden Ruth's case is in court, and as the young lady of Ruth's family, how can you not be present when Ruth's family falls?"

Ezra jerked closer to the woman, his fingers tightening around her jaw as he spoke softly, "Arabella, this is what your Ruth's family owes me. Today is my gift to your Ruth's family, just watch."