Unveiling the Genius Behind the Divorcee
Chapter 233

Chapter 233 Give Him a Blap

The evening breeze gradually picked up, carrying with it the refreshing fragrance of flowers and grass, delighting the senses and lifting the spirits.

Today, Aylin didn't drive her car and instead called for a taxi. She got off at the entrance of the villa and decided to walk the rest of the way, Lately, she has been troubled by many worries. She wants to take a quiet walk alone, allowing her chaotic thoughts to be soothed during the stroll. Unexpectedly, things didn't go as planned.

Crossing the cobblestone path and stepping onto the stairs, Aylin was just about to open the door when she suddenly felt something was off. Someone was approaching her, trying to touch her!

Thief?

Aylin's eyes suddenly turned cold.

She quickly grabbed the incoming person's arm and executed a perfect over-the-shoulder throw with great force!

Who would have known that the person behind her exerted even more force, as if they had foreseen the future? They dodged to the side in advance, causing Aylin's heart to skip a beat.

She didn't even have time to pull her hand away before the person grabbed her wrist and pinned it against the wall. Their posture was forceful and domineering, leaving her unable to move. Furrowing her brow, Aylin looked sharply at the face of the newcomer, and then froze.

"Gavyn?"

The man stood tall, and under the moonlight, his delicate features became

even more prominent. His chiseled jawline, bathed in the soft glow of the moon, added an enchanting and elegant charm to his appearance. Well, that's unbelievable.

Aylin furrowed her brows angrily, "Are you sick or something? Sneaking up to my doorstep in the middle of the night to ambush me?"

Gavyn narrowed his eyes, his deep black pupils seemingly piercing through Aylin's heart, "Did you have a fun day with Ryker?"

He didn't want to ask this, but seeing Aylin returning home so leisurely, with a contented expression on his face, he couldn't help but wonder.

Just thinking about her spending the entire day with that young man.

Gavyn's heart was filled with intense agitation.

The two were just inches apart. As he approached, the smell of alcohol hit Aylin in the face. She frowned again, wondering how much this man had drunk and if he wasn't afraid of getting a stomach ulcer. However, she soon discarded this idea.

Ah...

What does his stomach perforation have to do with her?

"Let go!"

Aylin had studied professional martial arts, which made her more than capable of handling ordinary thugs. However, defeating an opponent like Gavyn, who had also undergone rigorous training, proved to be quite challenging.

To make matters worse, Gavyn seemed to be drunk. No matter how hard she tried to twist her wrist, his hand was like cast iron, and she couldn't break free.

Aylin had no choice but to resort to her old trick, lifting her high heels and attempting to stomp once more, Gavyn seemed to have anticipated this, as he brought his knee up against Aylin's leg, pressing their bodies close together, making it impossible for her to move.

"Gavyn, what on earth are you trying to do!"

"Answer my question."

Aylin was furious, glaring at him, "Who I'm with is none of your business, Gavyn. Don't tell me you came all the way to my doorstep just to ask me that?"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Gavyn's face was tense, his deep gaze fixed on Aylin before him, his thin lips pressed tightly together.

How long has it been since he last had the chance to look at her so closely and carefully like he does now?

It seems like after the divorce.

There's hardly any chance left.

Before her eyes, Aylin was dressed in soft fabric, her eyebrows and eyes without heavy makeup, and her facial features unchanged. Yet, it seemed as if something had transformed. Once upon a time, Aylin's heart and eyes were filled with thoughts of him.

For his sake, she was willing to do housework with her bare hands, and even blush and become nervous under his gaze. That genuine expression of emotion was something that couldn't be faked. But now, her eyes were filled with disgust and resistance.

Is this really the same person?

Gavyn felt troubled and confused, as if he had been bewitched by Aylin through some special means. Otherwise, why would this woman start to occupy his mind so frequently after their divorce? Allow him to be lost in chaotic thoughts, unable to focus on work?

"Yes, that's exactly what I wanted to ask."

She was rendered speechless.

Aylin held back, not wanting to talk too much with a drunkard. "Let me go, I'll say it again, I want to go home. If you keep this up, don't blame me for being rude!"

Gavyn didn't pay any attention to her words, focusing solely on staring into those eyes.

D*mn it!

Aylin took a deep breath, mustering all her strength, attempting to shake Gavyn off. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free. In an instant, her anger was ignited like a blazing fire. "Can't you understand human language? Gavyn, we're already divorced. Can you please stop bothering me? I don't want to see you again!

Gavyn, did you hear what I said..."

Aylin was about to continue her tirade when suddenly, a warm and soft sensation enveloped her lips. Caught off guard by this unexpected touch, her eyes widened in surprise! Gavyn's handsome face was close at hand.

Gavyn leaned in close, almost greedily stealing the air from Aylin's mouth. Their breaths intertwined, hot and lingering.

He no longer had the energy to think so much. He really wanted to hear Aylin's voice, but he longed for the gentle and tender voice she once had, not the resentful and harsh words she was using now. Under the influence of alcohol, he indulged in his own loss of control.

Aylin was caught off guard by this sudden kiss, her lips and teeth guided by Gavyn. When she finally regained her senses, she instantly furrowed her brows.

During their marriage, Gavyn always took what he wanted from their intimate moments. Back then, he treated her more like a tool for satisfying his desires and never took the initiative to kiss her.

She wanted to take the initiative to kiss him, but he would always dodge her advances. Only occasionally, when he lost control, would he impatiently indulge her for a moment.

What a despicable act, kissing her forcefully after they've already divorced.

After getting married, she was oppressed and looked down upon. Even after the wedding, she had to cater to his every demand. What did he think Aylin was, to be treated like this by him! Unable to push him away, Aylin fiercely bit down on Gavyn's tongue without any hesitation. The man winced in pain and furrowed his brows, finally loosening his grip slightly.

As soon as there was some distance, Aylin immediately pushed Gavyn far away.

A slapping sound was heard.

A bright red slap mark appeared on Gavyn's face!

Aylin slapped Gavyn without any hesitation, her face cold and devoid of warmth. "Gavyn, if you're going to lose your mind, at least choose your target wisely. Stay away from me; I'm not someone you can just toy with!"

For as long as Gavyn could remember, aside from his grandfather, everyone in the family had always catered to his every whim, and no one had ever dared to slap him across the face!

This time, he wasn't annoyed.

Just now, he lost control.

Tasting a hint of rusty, metallic blood on the tip of his tongue, Gavyn furrowed his brow and let out a hiss, regaining his usual composure. "What are you, a dog?"

Aylin clapped her hands and warned coldly with a snort, "I'm a wolf, you know. If you don't come to your senses and keep acting like a drunken fool, I'll cra ck your skull open and give you a proper wake-up call!"

He was rendered speechless.

"I came to see you today because I have something to ask," Gavyn said.

Aylin frowned, "Why do you have so many questions every day? I've told you, I'm divorced, and I won't entertain you."

After saying that, she turned around and left.

Gavyn's deep, hoa rse voice came from behind, "Aylin, that day, did you regain your memory because you hit your head on the table, and that's why you asked me for a divorce?"