After Three Divorce Demands, Her Awakening and New Life

Chapter 6 Her Lips Trembling Violently

Tanner grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Yvonne, I've touched every inch of you. What are you pretending for?"

"We're divorced." Yvonne turned her head away, a flicker of disgust flashing in her eyes.

Her mind replayed the scene of him kissing Noelle by the window earlier.

The thought made her feel sick.

Tanner braced one hand against the wall, held her jaw tight with the other, and leaned in to brush his lips against hers.

He had to admit it—sometimes Yvonne had what it took to make a man lose himself.

Her body was even more alluring than Noelle's.

That was why, even though he had never loved her during their five years of marriage, he had never shirked his marital duties.

Yvonne's body went rigid. After a moment of shock, she shoved him hard.

He caught both her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head, and deepened the kiss.

The air seemed to hum with tension.

Just then, a sharp knock sounded at the door.

"Tanner, are you okay? Why did you take so long?" It was Noelle.

Tanner froze, and in that instant, Yvonne shoved him away.

She stumbled back a few steps, tripping and landing on the edge of the bed.

When she looked up, her eyes were cold and calm. "Ms. Hayes is here for you."

"I don't need you to tell me that," Tanner muttered, cursing under his breath.

He couldn't even explain why he was angry.

Maybe it was the realization that he had been the only one caught up in the moment—she had just sat there, watching coldly.

The door opened, and Noelle stood in the doorway, peering into the bedroom.

Yvonne was already gone, wrapped in a towel and heading for the bathroom.

Noelle's face darkened. "Tanner, what were you doing? I was worried about you."

"What could happen to me in my own house?" he replied casually, then glanced toward the bathroom as he left. "Yvonne, get dressed and come downstairs to cook. Noelle's hungry. Got it?"

"Got it." Yvonne's voice came muffled from the bathroom.

Hearing her reply put him in an unexpectedly good mood, and he strode out of the room.

Noelle, however, stared toward the bathroom, her gaze darkening.

'How did Tanner know Yvonne wasn't dressed? I underestimated this woman.'

Ten minutes later, Yvonne came downstairs fully dressed.

In the kitchen, Tanner had neatly listed the dishes Noelle wanted.

He slammed the list down in front of her, cold as ice. "Cook everything on this list. Not a single dish missed. If you don't finish, you don't sleep tonight."

Yvonne frowned. "There's too much—it'll take forever."

"No excuses. I won't let Noelle go hungry." With that, he put an arm around Noelle and left the kitchen.

A short while later, the kitchen door opened, and Noelle walked in.

Yvonne glanced up at her.

After what happened by the pool that night, she wasn't foolish enough to think Noelle was some fragile, innocent girl.

Noelle walked over to the island counter, picked up the washed vegetables, and tossed them onto the floor one by one.

Yvonne frowned at her.

Noelle spread her hands, wearing an innocent, sweet smile. "Why are you so clumsy, dropping all the vegetables? Hurry and pick them up—do you want Tanner and me to eat dirty food?"

Yvonne stared at her for a few seconds, then walked over and bent down to gather them.

She knew there was no reasoning with them.

As her hand touched the floor, Noelle suddenly slammed her foot down on it.

Noelle was wearing three-inch heels, the sharp heel digging hard into Yvonne's palm as if it would pierce straight through.

Yvonne gasped, but Noelle pressed down harder, grinding her heel into the skin. "b***h, you like seducing him, don't you? Call him over now. Let's see if he helps you or me."

Yvonne shouted, "Let go—my hand hurts..."

"Your hand deserves to be broken. I want to see if you can still seduce men once you're crippled." Noelle cackled, a cold, chilling sound.

Beads of sweat rolled down Yvonne's forehead. She was in agonizing pain, her face as white as paper, her lips trembling violently.

"What are you two doing?" Tanner's voice suddenly rang out from behind them, cold and sharp.