After divorce I am a billionaire

When they were chatting in the dining room, Mavis quickly went downstairs.

The red ribbon around her neck added a bit of charm to her business attire. It was not consistent at all, but it was like the finishing touch, which was particularly noticeable.

Rebecca saw it from afar.

"It's the first t| see Mavis wearing a silk scarf. It's so gentle. Mavis is tall, and looks like a flight attendant.” Timothy looked back and nodded in admiration, "It's really good. Rebecca, you can learn more about how to dress from her. She can wear professional clothes with such a charm. You have to learn.” Rebecca gagged him, "Timothy, you're so annoying. It's all about me." The atmosphere between siblings was harmonious.

Only Anthony lowered his eyes and ate the vegetables. He had no special reaction to Mavis's dress, "Chere. We're waiting for you." "Okay..." Mavis pinched her palm, walked over quickly, sat on her dining chair, and began to eat without saying a word.

As if she had no appetite, she just stuffed the food into her mouth. Then she said she was full, and went back to the room first.

Rebecca felt vaguely that something was wrong.

"Anthony, Mavis seems to be in a bad mood tonight. You cback with her. Did you quarrel?" Anthony chuckled, "No, why quarrel? Eat your food." "Then why is she unhappy? She said she was full after eating so little." Rebecca asked worriedly.

"How could | know?" His tone was casual and extraordinarily indifferent.

Rebecca was very upset and complained for Mavis, "Why are you like this? As your wife, Mavis, of course, you should pay attention to her mood, enlighten her, and make her happy." Anthony was a little impatient with her arguing, and in the end he didn't say anything but said, "Okay, I'll go see her after dinner." "Yeah, you should." Rebecca always felt that something was wrong with the couple, like there was ssecrets they didn't know.

She asked worriedly, "Anthony, | have been with Mavis for a while. She is really good. She likes you very much, takes care of you. There are not many good women like this. If you don't cherish her, just wait and regret it!" Anthony frowned slightly, felt a little unhappy, and deliberately picked up a piece of fat and oily braised pork and stuffed it into her plate.

"Eat your food. Why can't you stop your noisy mouth with so many dishes?" Rebecca snorted and saw the fat he put into the plate. Her face suddenly turned bitter, "It's so greasy. | won't eat this!" Anthony whispered, "No picky eaters.” Vengeful Anthony! After the meal, Anthony really went back to the bedroom.

The bedroom door was opened.

With her back to the door, Mavis was hunched over, preparing a quilt on the sofa.

Hearing the voice, Mavis turned her head, "I'll sleep on the sofa tonight. I've changed the sheet and duvet for you, so you can rest assured on the bed." Anthony pursed his thin lips and closed the door.

"Why did you eat so little tonight? And you looked sad and made Rebecca suspicious." Mavis turned pale.

When she heard the first of his sentence, she was a little surprised, thinking that he had paid attention to her appetite, but she didn't expect it was because of Rebecca.

She lowered her head, turned slowly, bowed slightly and apologized, not looking at him.

"I'm sorry. | don't have any appetite tonight. I'll pay attention next time. I'l try to hide my emotions better." Anthony looked at her who bowed her head pleasing, and was inexplicably angry.

No one knew the reason, but he clearly wanted Mavis to be obedient and fulfill her obligations in the agreement.

But seeing that she really becobedient and submissive, not as lively and individualistic as a few days ago, he felt uncomfortable.

"No need to do so. | won't sleep in the bedroom tonight." Stopping his cranky thoughts, he went to open the door again, turned around and left without looking back.

Mavis stared at the closed door with an empty heart.

She continued to make the quilt on the sofa, and didn't plan to occupy Anthony's bed to sleep. It was something that didn't belong to her, as if she couldn't get it no matter how hard she tried.

Anthony went to work in the study and slept in the study by the way.

Mavis huddled on the sofa in the bedroom for the night.

Early the next morning.

Mavis walked out of the bedroom after washing, and happened to be in the stairs when she met Anthony who cdown from the study upstairs.

She stopped and called to him in a low voice, "Good morning Mr. Callahan." Anthony walked downstairs and was chill. He walked up to her step by step and rubbed her neck with his articulated fingers.

The marks from last night had not subsided and can be vaguely seen.

"Why didn't you put smedicine on before going to bed last night? Are you going to go downstairs to eat like this, so that Rebecca and Timothy can see your injuries?" The cold tone made Mavis froze for a while before covering her neck, "I'm sorry. | forgot. I'll... wear a silk scarf to work today.” The medicine box was not in the room, but in the cupboard in the hall. If she went downstairs to get the medicine box at night, the servants will definitely find it, and the marks on her neck will be indescribable.

But Mavis didn't intend to explain, she knew he wouldn't believe what she said, and he would still blher. So, it was better to apologize directly.

Just as she was going back to the room, Anthony took her arm, bent down slightly, put his lips close to her ear, and reminded in a low voice, "Except in private, you're not allowed to callMr. Callahan at Callahan Residence. You have to callhoney." But he was not her real husband...

Mavis couldn't do it but agreed, "I got it." Anthony refused to let go of her arm, raised his eyebrows slightly, and teased, "Callnow." Mavis looked up in horror, and was bewildered by him.

He was really temperamental.

One second before, he was still angry and complaining about her neck injury. And the next second he stared at her with a light smile, asking her to call him honey immediately.

Mavis was horrified and refused, "You...you have to take tto adapt it. | can't do it right now." Anthony squeezed her arm and didn't let go, reminding her clearly, "You must do so." Mavis was cornered.

A servant passing by in the hallway saw that the two were close, so the servant quickly walked away in embarrassment, thinking it was the couple's little fun when they woke up in the morning.

Mavis' ears were slightly red. She bit her lower lip, and said with embarrassment, "Hon... honey" She tried to pull her arm back, but Anthony still wouldn't let her go.

"What is the hon-honey? You can't speak clearly? Call again." Mavis blushed and her voice was getting lower and lower, "Honey, I'm going to be late for work. Please letgo." Her soft voice sounded very nice.

Anthony was in a happy mood, let go of the shackles on her arm, and mercifully let her go back to the room.

Looking at her back, which seemed to be fleeing, Anthony was inexplicably echoing the word "honey" she had just called. It was really addicted to hear a woman saying like this softly.

After breakfast, Anthony left the villa first and drove to work.

Mavis was still sitting at the restaurant, planning to eat slower and stagger the leaving twith Anthony.

Rebecca suddenly asked, "Mavis, Anthony leaves. Don't you always go out together?" Unable to pretend that she couldn't see Anthony leave, Mavis could only put down her spoon and followed him out of the villa.

Anthony was tall and can walk faster than her.

When she walked slowly to the open-air parking lot, Anthony's car sped past the road and drove away right under her nose.

He didn't wait for her to get in the car.

Mavis stood there awkwardly.