After Three Divorce Demands, Her Awakening and New Life

Chapter 5 What Are You Doing?

The woman tucked her phone away and ran off in a flash.

Yvonne tried to chase after her, but the stench clinging to her made her double over and gag.

There was no time for that—she needed a shower immediately.

She hurried home, and passersby covered their noses as she passed.

"Where did this bum come from? She stinks to high heaven."

"Why is security letting just anyone in? I'm filing a complaint with property management."

Yvonne finally reached the front door.

It was strange—the villa doors were locked tight, and no one answered when she pressed the doorbell.

Cold and exhausted, Yvonne pounded on the door with her fists instead.

Not a single servant came to open it.

After pounding for about half an hour, Yvonne grew exhausted and sank down against the wall, hugging herself.

When she looked up, the light in the master bedroom on the second floor was on.

The curtains were thrown wide open, and she could see two figures kissing inside.

Yvonne froze in place.

Tanner had actually brought Noelle back home.

The curtains were drawn shut, and she didn't need to guess what was happening behind them.

Her legs went numb from squatting for what felt like hours.

At last, the gates swung open.

Two figures walked out, arms wrapped around each other, laughing as they went.

Noelle spotted Yvonne by the wall and looked surprised. "Yvonne? Where have you been? You smell awful... Why didn't you come inside?"

Yvonne said flatly, "The door was locked—I couldn't get in."

Noelle smiled. "Oh, it's all Tanner's fault. He said the servants were in the way, ruining our date, so he sent them all home for the afternoon."

Yvonne glanced at Tanner.

Tanner's face twisted with disgust. "Yvonne, are you addicted to playing the victim? I'm so sick of you."

Yvonne said nothing and walked past them into the villa.

Tanner stared at her back, lost in thought.

Ever since she'd signed the divorce papers that night, Yvonne had never been so cold toward him.

They weren't even officially divorced yet, and she had already moved on? A surge of anger bubbled up in Tanner for no reason.

He didn't even know why he was angry.

Tanner suddenly turned around and headed back inside.

"Tanner, I thought we were going to that Michelin-starred restaurant?" Noelle said.

Tanner smiled. "I changed my mind. Making Yvonne cook at home is far more interesting than having a chef do it."

Noelle's face fell, and reluctance flickered in her eyes.

There was no way Yvonne could cook better than a Michelin-starred chef.

Her instincts told her something was off about Tanner—he seemed to care about Yvonne after all.

Only someone who cared would get angry when she ignored him.

Noelle wanted to refuse eating at home, but Tanner didn't give her the chance; he had already stepped inside.

She stamped her foot and hurried after him.

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Yvonne stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, only to find a figure sitting on the bedroom sofa.

"Tanner? What are you doing here?" She clutched her chest and stepped back quickly.

Her wary expression made Tanner's jaw clench, and he frowned deeply.

He said, "This house and everything in it is mine—including you. Why can't I be here?"

Yvonne explained, "That's not what I meant. I thought you went out with Ms. Hayes."

"Yvonne, do you actually want me to be with other women?" He suddenly grew angry, standing up and closing in on her with an imposing presence.

Yvonne was trapped between him and the wall, too scared to move, afraid to touch him.

He suddenly reached out and ripped the towel off her body.

The white towel fell to the floor with a soft swish.

She gasped. "What are you doing?"