The CEO Wants To Divorce Me
Chapter 37

Arabella didn't notice the focused gaze of the man across the table, just smiled down and chuckled at her food.

Being able to see her old friend put her completely at ease, neither noticing the sudden appearance of a camera diagonally in front of their seats.

"Arabella really can't stay away from men. Her own dad is in jail and she's still in the mood for dinner with a man."

The woman with her back to Arabella hooked her lips slightly, "Since it was so destined to be seen by me, I'll give you another hand."

The girl tapped her fingertips and looked down to send the photo she had just taken to her top contact. The pure, good-natured tone of her voice was at odds with her flamboyant makeup, "Ezra, I can't believe I saw my sister at a tea cafe!" There was some titillating utterance but with malicious suspicion, "But I wonder who the man opposite her is, he seems to be very close to sister. I may be mistaken, but Sister has been talking and laughing with him, and is so close." Beth Ruth cozily wrapped her fingertips around the ends of her own hair, her upturned eyeliner tinged with obvious mockery.

I didn't think I'd get a windfall from a shopping trip, so I blame Arabella for being impatient.

Beth Ruth had just put her phone down when Ezra actually called immediately to catch up.

"Where are you guys now?"

The man's voice was cold and familiar as Beth Ruth's, and she immediately sensed the thin anger hidden in Ezra's tone.

"At the, at the tea cafe," Beth Ruth, who had never seen a man treat herself with such an attitude, braced herself for a bit of a panicked smile, "Sis they seem to be almost done eating, and I'm not sure where they're going next."

The man across the table didn't reply for a long time, waiting until Beth Ruth was at a loss for words to ask before he coughed softly in a cover-up manner.

"Good, then you have a good time shopping."

Ezra paused, "Did I give you the cassette? The stores over there can put it on my tab."

Beth Ruth sniffed with delight, instantly forgetting the man's antics earlier, and responded dutifully.

Hanging up the phone, a glint of amusement flashed under the woman's eyes, knowing full well of course that Ezra's anger from earlier was not directed at herself.Beth Ruth turned her head to look distantly at the still oblivious Arabella in her seat, the smirk in her eyes growing thinner and thinner.

Then I'll wait to see how my sister makes a fool of herself.

Arabella and Noah Hall were walking out of the restaurant when the night was winding down.

It was a good thing that the evening breeze of the summer night also carried a temperature that gently swept up the woman's long hair, faintly outlining her slender waist. Not far away, the night lights were faintly lit, distantly spilling warm yellow over the two, and their shadows were the only ones close together in the silent street.

"I'll drive you."

Noah Hall opened the passenger door and questioned the woman beside him with his eyes.

Arabella curled her eyes and accepted readily, "That would be hard work."

"Still calling me Doctor Hall?" Noah Hall started the car and drove her toward Ruth's family cottage.

"I thought I was already considered your friend, I didn't realize I was still so rusty."

Arabella smiled sweetly, she wasn't particularly coy, and naturally responded to the man's words, "Then I won't be polite, I'll work hard for Noah tonight!"

The two talked and laughed, but they soon arrived at the entrance to the neighborhood.

"Well, it's raining."

June days are always changeable, and the air, which was dry a moment ago, was already tinged with the coolness of rain. The drops of water falling diagonally from the streetlights were not too large, but they were dense and quick to stain the asphalt. "It's okay, I'll run in." Arabella smiled and waved at the man in the car, turning and running into the rain before Noah Hall could respond.

Behind her, the man frowned slightly and could only turn on his maximum high beams as much as he could, hoping to help illuminate the road ahead of her a little more.

Arabella was a little surprised when she opened the door to her home, the big light in the living room was on.

Before she could react, the man on the couch walked over without a word.Ezra's abyssal, inky black eyes locked on hers, his black leather shoes stepping on the carpet, the man's slightly sunken mouth reflected in the reflective glass window, and Arabella subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Where do you want to hide?"

The knot in the man's throat twitched, and his thin, indifferent voice came slowly, hiding an anger that made Arabella's heart tremble.

He stepped right up and yanked the woman's wrist, yanking her into the room with ease.

"Ezra, what are you doing? Get off me!"

Arabella screamed in horror, wondering if it was because of the rain she had just gotten, she felt her forehead burn unnaturally and there was some weak but negligible pain.

The man ignored her gasp and flung her directly onto the couch, leaning down moments later to squeeze her wrists.

"I didn't think you Arabella were really good at this, just a few trips to the hospital and you managed to hook up with a doctor like that?"

A cold smile tugged at the corners of Ezra's lips, his sharp-edged eyes looking straight at the woman.

"I said why the recent rush to divorce me, but it turns out you've already found yourself the next man."

"I do wonder what this doctor sees in you? This face of yours that has some good looks? Your father who is in debt and ready to retire in prison? Or is it your miscarried body?"

Arabella's eyes instantly widened as she pushed the man on top of her and shouted hoarsely, "What are you talking about? Me and Noah are just friends!"

"All that close calling already?" Ezra tugged at the woman's long hair with one hand, forcing Arabella to look up at herself.

"Surely you can't stand to be lonely and have found yourself many such 'friends' in private, right?!"

There was mockery on the man's face, his out of the corner of his eye looking at her like he was looking at some disgusting filthy filth. He leaned close to Arabella's nose and the crisp, pine scent instantly wrapped around it like a tidal wave.

Ezra looked at the frightened face of the woman in front of him, "But what's mine Ezra, is never the only time I say no first. Anyone who dares to reach over and take something they know is mine, then don't blame me for being rude." Arabella subconsciously held her breath and was immediately sensitive to the man's movements.

"Ezra, don't you do that!"

Arabella's eyes were losing focus and she felt as if a small hammer was hitting her head, not painfully, but in a way that was unbearably uncomfortable.

Ezra didn't notice her weak plea for mercy, and the hand that clasped her wrist opening was as hard and stubborn as an iron vise, ripping off the woman's thin shirt without hesitation, moving roughly enough to cause the tiny buttons on her chest to fall apart instantly.

Arabella tilted her head back impatiently, unable to withstand the man's stormy kisses, a cold sweat instantly growing on her thin back.

"Stop, my head hurts......."

Arabella's eyes were tinged with a mist of water because of the sudden discomfort. Her half-wet black hair was scattered messily on the solid-colored sheets, making her small face look increasingly white and fragile.

Ezra pursed his lips and looked at her steadily for a moment, then laughed out softly the next.

"Do you think that acting like that will make me let you off the hook?"

The man's voice was lazy, with an air of malice and impatience when it resembled a ghostly sultry voice. Without further concern, he took off the woman's blouse straight away and leaned in and leaned up.