Chapter 5 Who Needs a Lesson?
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Bradley frowned at first, but when he saw what the document was, he quickly stood up.
“Where did this come from?”
The others, noticing Bradley’s reaction, couldn’t hold back anymore.
One of them picked up the document and mocked, “This has to be fake. There’s no way she would actually file for divorce, let alone sue for it.”
“She must be crazy. Where could she possibly find a better man after leaving Bradley?”
“She’s so average in every way. Marrying Bradley was the greatest luck of her entire life.”
Hearing this, Bradley looked displeased and shot a glare at Vincent.
“You think it’s funny to scare me with fake documents?”
Vincent chuckled. “I knew you wouldn’t believe it, so I called a lawyer to check your marital status. And guess what?”
“Divorced!” He waved his phone triumphantly. “The call with the lawyer isn’t even over. Want to ask them yourself?”
Bradley’s face darkened, and he stared at Vincent with a deathly glare.
Vincent kept waving his phone, unfazed.
The atmosphere grew suffocating as Bradley’s expression turned stormy, his face almost black with anger.
No one dared to speak or even breathe too loudly.
After a long silence, Bradley’s cold voice finally broke through. “Fine. She’s brave. Let’s see how that useless woman lives after the divorce—watch how miserable she’ll be.”
Meanwhile, Elizabeth stood at the door, holding the coffee order as she rang the doorbell.
Thankfully, she wasn’t late.
The door opened, and Elizabeth quickly smiled.
“Hello, your Twilight Feather Coffee is here. Are you Mr. Barton? Please sign for it.”
“Sorry, one moment.”
A man stepped out from behind the door. His deep-set eyes, clean and sharp features, and high, straight nose with a small black mole made him strikingly handsome.
Too handsome!
Elizabeth couldn’t help but notice the slight furrow in his brows, as if he were uncomfortable. A flicker of pity rose in her, quickly replaced by a strange, unhealthy sense of possessiveness.
Damn it. She really needed to stop reading so much nonsense.
Suddenly, a furious voice came through the phone in the man’s hand.
“This time, I personally chose your blind date. If you refuse again, I’ll break your legs!”
“You’re already this old and still not married. You’re completely useless!”
The man calmly hung up the phone mid-scolding.
Elizabeth couldn’t hold back her laughter.
The man turned to her, his gentle, refined face showing a hint of embarrassment. Elizabeth quickly masked her amusement.
“Sorry,” Elizabeth apologized hastily, handing him the coffee. Noticing how pale he looked, she hesitated before adding, “If you’re unwell, you might want to cut back on coffee.”
The man’s hand paused slightly as he reached for the coffee, his fingers accidentally brushing against Elizabeth’s pinky.
The cool touch sent a shiver down her spine, a faint electric current surging through her body. Startled, she let go and took a step back.
Suddenly, the coffee fell to the ground.
Elizabeth stared at the brown stains splattered across the floor and inwardly cursed herself.
“I’m so sorry! I’ll go back to the shop and make another cup for you right away, or I can compensate you—whatever you prefer!”
Panicked, Elizabeth began apologizing. “I’ll clean this up completely. I promise there won’t be a trace left behind.”
Her eyes drifted to his expensive clothes, and she added, embarrassed, “And about your clothes...”
“No need,” the man interrupted Elizabeth gently, his voice hoarse from a light cough. “There’s someone to handle the cleaning, and you don’t need to compensate me for the clothes. It was my fault for not holding the coffee securely.”
“As for the coffee...” The man glanced at her and chuckled softly. “You’re right. I shouldn’t drink it when I’m unwell. Thanks for the reminder.”
His eyes flicked to her name badge. “Elizabeth Barton.”
He said her name in a low, magnetic voice, rich with warmth and charm.
After fleeing in embarrassment, Elizabeth couldn’t resist glancing back. Through the window, her eyes met the man’s.
She hadn’t expected him to be standing by the window. For a moment, she froze. Then, she saw him lift the coffee in his hand and nod toward her. The simple gesture made him appear even more elegant.
In that instant, Elizabeth’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly turned away in a fluster.
Time seemed to crawl by, though only a few days had passed.
Bradley had never experienced time dragging so painfully.
At some point, it felt as though a fire had ignited in his chest, leaving him restless and agitated.
Hearing footsteps outside the door, he instinctively called out, “Elizabeth, I feel like eating your oatmeal porridge.”
Bethany froze mid-step as she entered the room, her expression stiffening before she quickly walked over to him.
“Why oatmeal porridge? Are you feeling unwell? Should I call the housekeeper to make it for you?”
Bradley’s emotions were complicated. He couldn’t quite tell whether he felt more disappointment or relief at that moment.
Shaking his head wearily, he said, “No need. It’s late. Why aren’t you asleep yet?”
Bethany perched on his lap, leaning tenderly against his chest.
“I had fallen asleep, but I dreamt you weren’t feeling well, so I came to check on you.”
Her soft, sweet voice stirred something in Bradley.
Holding her gently, he said, “I’m fine. Go back to sleep. Don’t stay up too late, or you’ll have dark circles tomorrow.”
Bethany pouted playfully. “I don’t care about that. But since you’re okay, I’ll head back now.”
As she got up, her eyes fell on the divorce papers lying on the table. She felt it was time to push things forward.
Taking a few steps, she turned back to kiss him lightly before quickly dashing off.
Bradley touched his lips absentmindedly, but the warmth faded as his gaze returned to the divorce papers.
Thinking of Elizabeth’s cold demeanor that day, a wave of anger surged within him.
“All this time, and she’s still causing trouble. It’s time to teach her a lesson!”
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