บททั้งหมดของ Ex-Husband, You Don't Own me: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

After finishing the hangover tea, Dexie obediently lay down on the bed.Luke set the empty bowl on the nightstand and turned back toward her. Her eyes were already closed, her breathing soft and steady.She looked peaceful, but a faint crease lingered between her brows. Even asleep, there was a trace of unhappiness on her delicate face.“Dexie.” His low voice broke the silence as he gently touched her shoulder.She groaned softly and batted his hand away, turning over to face the other side.“Dexie, don’t sleep yet. Take a shower first,” he urged.But she didn’t respond. She curled into herself and ignored him completely.After a few seconds of hesitation, Luke gave up trying to wake her. With a quiet sigh, he walked to the bathroom, soaked a towel in warm water, and returned.He carefully wiped her down, his movements steady and restrained. His mind stayed clear at first.But when he opened the closet to grab her clothes, his hand froze in midair.The closet was empty.It took him a m

Luke narrowed his eyes. As he approached Dexie, he slightly opened his thin lips: "It's too late."After speaking, he walked toward the stairs with Dexie in his firm grasp. No matter how she struggled in his arms, she couldn't break free."Put me down, Luke!" Dexie ordered. The more she struggled in his arms, the stronger his grip became. She couldn't move at all.Seeing Luke go upstairs with Dexie in his arms, the servants in the hall were stunned and couldn't tell whether the two were arguing or flirting.Luke kicked open the door and roughly threw Dexie onto the bed. As soon as she sat down, he leaned in and pressed down without hesitation.He seemed to be very angry with Dexie. In this life, no one dared to challenge his temper like she did."Luke... Um..." A sudden kiss blocked Dexie's voice.Without any psychological preparation, she was stupefied. Her formerly angry eyes now widened in panic.Although they had been married for so long, she had never been so intimate with him.In

She didn't have time to explain this to Wilma, so she said, "Please call a taxi for me. If Luke asks you, just tell him I insisted on leaving.Now that his beloved ex-girlfriend has returned from abroad, it wouldn't be unlikelythat the busy president wouldn't inquire about his ex-wife's condition.She believed Wilma didn't worry about anything.Faced with Dexie's determination to leave, Wilma had no choice but to call a taxi for her.Since Winswood House was located in an affluent neighborhood, the wealthy people here had drivers. Therefore, the area hardly had any taxis.It would take a long time for the taxi to reach Winswood House.Dexie didn't want to stay in the bedroom, which held too many horrible memories.With Wilma's help, she went downstairs.When she passed through the courtyard, she noticed that the Malus bed she had planted was still there."Why are they still here?" Dexie glanced at Wilma."I'd asked a maid to throw it away, but Mr. Huxley Dawson wouldn't allow it," Wil

“He hung up on me.”Natalie’s voice cracked slightly as disbelief flashed in her eyes.Mrs. Tisdon paused for a moment, then quickly masked her unease with a comforting tone.“It’s a weekday. He’s probably busy… maybe in a meeting.”She gently patted her daughter’s arm, her voice soft but steady.“Let’s not overthink it. We’ll ask the driver to pick us up first. You can meet him after work. But this time…” Her gaze sharpened. “You can’t be as capricious as you were three years ago. You must apologize to him.”Hearing the word “apologize,” Natalie’s expression wavered for a second. But then, remembering what she had learned—the “substitute,” the looming “divorce”—her confidence slowly returned.A faint, flirtatious smile curled at the corner of her lips.“I won’t apologize,” she declared. “It’s been three years since we spoke. I finally reached out, but he still ignored me. The next time I see him… I won’t talk to him so easily.”Despite her stubborn words, her teasing smile and playful

Upstairs, Luke yanked off his tie and tossed it onto the chair. But even with the noose off his neck, the irritation clawed at him.He changed into his lounge clothes, but the frustration didn’t fade.His phone lit up on the bedside table.Group Chat: We're All Old Drivers — the messages flooded in.Luke picked it up, expecting nonsense.But as his eyes scanned the screen, his expression darkened.It wasn’t jokes. It wasn’t business.It was a photo.Dexie.Standing outside a hospital.Next to a man.The guy was tall, good-looking, cocky grin plastered on his face.A shiny red Ferrari parked behind him like a badge of arrogance.Dexie…Smiling.Leaning toward him as he handed her crutches.Luke’s hand clenched around the phone, knuckles whitening.The group chat exploded with comments:“Bro… your wife’s already upgraded?”“Ferrari… good choice.”“Man, she moves fast…”“Guess she doesn’t need you anymore, huh?”A sharp, bitter taste filled Luke’s mouth.Ex-wife.Or almost.Wasn’t this wh