Semua Bab No Divorce For Us, Mrs. Godfrey: Bab 441 - Bab 450

Elias froze for a moment. In reality, he knew that Mimi liked him, but that was a long time ago. He thought that ever since he and Mimi had become friends, she no longer had feelings for him. Could she…"You… You’re thinking too much," Elias said.Zeke smirked. "Really? Well then, since I’m just thinking too much, I’m not going to forgive Mimi. You and she are just friends. You aren’t that close, so what's the big deal?""Hey! Russo!" Elias was a little anxious.Zeke laughed again. "Burnham,

Mimi sat up on her bed, baffled and bewildered. Her mind was slow because her head was still mired in a fog between waking up and sleep. Her hair was a tangled mess of a nest, and she still had gunk in her eyes.Bleary, she was confused about what had happened.Mimi scratched her head, rubbed her eyes, and felt her phone. She browsed through major headlines in the entertainment news, wondering just what could have made her manager call in a hurry.Then she screamed.It was a yelp that came o

Mimi had to jerk backward from her own reflection in the mirror. What the actual hell is with her face!?After yesterday’s self-pitying cry-fest, she woke up this morning to puffy red eyes and bed-made hair so knotty. A bird could have mistaken it for a nest. Then there was the fact that she had not removed her makeup since returning home because she was too upset to do anything these two days…The consequence to that admittedly unwise choice was that her waterproof mascara had combined with h

Elias did not wait for more of Zeke’s complaint before Elias erupted into a boisterous guffaw. “Hahahaha! Se said what now? Solicit sex? You and her? Hahahahahaha!”He wished he could be a cell in Mimi’s brain if it meant getting a glimpse of her thought process. Just how the hell did she come up with that?He laughed so much that his belly started to protest. The way Mimi’s thought process worked was just so absurd, he could not help but cackle. Unfortunately, to Zeke—who was genuinely smolde

Light showered through the window and illuminated Jeanette’s profile.It shrouded her in its marigold hue as the color of the sun reflected off her cheeks like an aureole. She had a sharp, delicate chin—it was as chiseled as her tall, defined nose. Her snow-fair skin was so lustrous that at times, one might mistake it as being transparent altogether, especially since one could also peer a little into the vague, rosy bloodstreams hiding coyly under her skin when the light was just right. When sh