All Chapters of Second Marriage to the Billionaire: Ex-Husband Begs Me Not to Go: Chapter 581 - Chapter 590

“Archer, why do you always seem so careful with me? It’s like you’re afraid of hurting me.”Aria looked at him, her eyes a little red, holding back tears.His throat tightened. He reached out and gently mussed her hair. “It’s not about being careful. It’s because I care. I don’t ever want my words to make you feel like you don’t matter to me.”And that was the difference.When he said, Don’t see Rachel anymore, okay? It wasn’t a command. It was a request, almost a plea. He lowered himself, waiting for her answer.But if he had said, ‘You’re not allowed to see Rachel again’ that would’ve been something else entirely. That would’ve been control, not care.Because he cared, every word was measured.Warmth spread through Aria’s chest, sweet and golden, like catching the scent of honey on a bright autumn day.She cupped his face in both hands, her gaze soft and full of emotion, and leaned in to kiss him. Her lips brushed his, coaxing his mouth open, and then her arms looped around h

Whenever Aria ran into this kind of problem, she usually went straight to her “strategist,” Christina. For all the questionable advice she sometimes gave, Christina had nailed the analysis last night.After hesitating a moment, Aria finally opened their chat.\[Aria]: If I remember right, Sean’s thirty now too?\[Christina]: Should be. Why, got some big theory? Haha. So—how was last night? Happy? Excited? Did you manage to calm him down?Aria was used to Christina going from zero to a hundred in two sentences. She replied with her usual calm.\[Aria]: He’s fine now. I was just curious… thirty-year-old men have ridiculous stamina. Isn’t Sean the same way?\[Christina]: That’s probably in the genes. The Andersons have had a strong military background for generations. Same with the Duncans—if I remember right, Archer’s grandfather too.\[Christina]: Honestly, them still being like that at thirty is a good thing. Hehe\~Aria’s lips twitched. Clearly, Christina and Sean’s private life

The moment Stevie laid eyes on Aria, lust flickered across his face. He stared at her without shame, gaze heavy and invasive.Aria frowned, instantly sensing bad intentions. As he moved closer, she caught the reek of alcohol on his breath mixed with cloying perfume, and instinctively stepped back.“You one of the girls Ben brought in for me?” Stevie slurred, licking his lips as he looked her over. “Now this is more my taste. Those women in the room are nothing but scraps. Come on, you’re coming with me.”He grabbed her wrist, trying to drag her toward the private suite.“You’ve got the wrong person! I’m not with Ben. Let me go!” Aria’s sharp voice cut through the hallway, but the man only paused for a second before giving her another appraising look.Her beauty was undeniable. Flawless skin, bright features, and those beautiful alluring eyes—eyes so luminous that even filled with anger, they seemed to shimmer with allure.Who cared whether Ben had brought her or not? Stevie had s

Aria’s pulse spiked with panic. She’d been to the Grandview plenty of times, but she had never run into someone this vile. The man’s grip on her wrist was iron-tight as he dragged her toward a private room, and the revulsion rising in her throat made her want to vomit.Stevie didn’t care about the disgust twisting her face. He grinned, his gold teeth flashing as his fingers dug harder into her wrist.He was no stranger to pretty faces—men or women—but this was different. She wasn’t just pretty, she was devastating. Cold eyes with a natural touch of allure, the kind that wasn’t even intentional. One glance and his heart thudded in his chest. He wanted to kiss her right there, wanted to claim her. His mind was already whispering ‘baby’ as though she belonged to him.The hunger in his eyes made Aria’s stomach churn. Fighting with all her strength, she slammed her heel down on his foot. The heel of her stiletto landed hard, and Stevie’s face twisted with pain, his features contorting in

“He wanted someone to drink with?” Shawn’s voice was ice. “Then drown him in it.”Lucas let out a low whistle. “Still ruthless as ever. All those years overseas and you came back even meaner.”Only then did Stevie realize he’d kicked a hornet’s nest. He thrashed and shouted, but nobody cared. His cries were cut off when the bodyguards pried his mouth open and poured the liquor down. Red, white, it didn’t matter—every bottle went into him.He’d once forced pretty women to drink this way, never imagining he’d end up on the receiving end. The alcohol burned down his throat, spilling from his nose when he tried to resist. He gagged, coughed, tried to vomit, but they just held his jaw open and kept pouring, treating him less like a man and more like an object to be humiliated.The sudden brutality left Aria shaken. Her heart pounded as she instinctively tried to step back.Shawn caught the hesitation. The flicker of fear in her eyes hit him harder than a fist. Something in his chest tw