Chapter 66: Do You Dare to Call the Police on My Husband?

Yvette’s one was in. “What if he returns to apologize?”

Lionel tittered uncontrollably. “Then I call the police right now! I’ll make sure he learns a hard lesson.”

Someone in a crime? Even my parents have never hit me.

Yvette remained cold. “Then go ahead and call the police, Olivet. Please escort this gentleman out of the hotel.”

I was stunned after hearing this. Yvette would undoubtedly drag me back again to apologize to Lionel.

Lionel probably didn’t expect things to turn out this way. He suddenly stopped crying and asked, “You… you can’t mean…”

The said calmly, “You’re going to call the police to arrest my husband, and you think I’d keep you here? What gives you such confidence?” Lionel kept silent. At that moment, Randall’s voice came through the mic, sounding anxious.

“It’s nothing alarming,” my friend spoke discreetly. “Let’s apologize to you and Mr. Tate on his behalf. We won’t call the police or publicize it; it’s not safe to make a fuss. We’ll leave tomorrow, is that alright?”

With a bang, the door was slammed shut.

The soundproofing in the hotel was excellent; nothing outside could be heard, nor could I hear Yvette’s impassioned voice.

But I thought that Yvette would probably refuse, with Randall speaking on her behalf. We would like to stay at the hotel for the night since…

I didn’t think much of it. It was better for me if he left, but if he stayed, I could still find evidence of “Wette’s” affair. I wouldn’t have minded either way.

I looked down at my filthy hands and, disgusted, I quickly went to the bathroom to wash them.

I had suffered so much and endured so many grievances in my past life. They always downplayed big problems and trivialized small ones, as if everyone except me was content with the outcome—except me, who woke up angrily at midnight and wiped away my tears. I had warned everyone to know that there would be consequences after offending me.

Dressed and comfortable, I took a bath in the tub for a while. Then I… later. Thanks!

I heard some noise, which I thought was room service bringing the steak. “Just leave the steak on the table. I’ll eat it…”

I quickly put on my robe before walking out of the bathroom.

At first glance, the tempting steak was on the table, while a gorgeous woman sat comfortably on the couch.

My triumphant smile suddenly froze and quickly faded. I wrapped myself tightly and put on my slippers, then slowly shuffled over, one step at a time.

It seemed that Yvette had just finished showering. She was wearing a bathrobe, with her wet hair hanging down in front of her chest. Her deep, calm eyes glanced at me without a flicker of emotion: “There are no more rooms available. I’ll sleep in the same room as you tonight.”

I sat down and lifted the cover of the steak; the aroma immediately filled the air and made my mouth water.

If we hadn’t bought it, I would…

But as soon as I heard her words, my expression changed instantly. Forget the fact that we had just argued; I didn’t even want to look at her right now. Even if… to sleep in the same bed with her again.

I picked up the knife and stabbed into the steak. My face was expressionless. A single word escaped me: Yvette's punch—black eyes stared at nothing; firm tone, icy. “I can sleep on the sofa,” she said, finally looking up at me.

Casually going out of your way for Randall, aren’t you? You’re so thoughtful and considerate of him. Aren’t you rich? Can’t you just get another room? Just use a standard room. You care for him so much, yet you have to stay in a simple room yourself, just go sleep there. What’s this nonsense about us…

I already knew that she would definitely… Randall asked furtively if she wanted in, kindly; that was her big mistake.

“I checked, but there’s no extra room.” Yvette said, looking at me with light eyes. Her voice was a bit hoarse. “Are you still angry about what happened earlier? You were the one who…”

Indeed; my temper flared up quickly but…

Two… so there was… need to keep holding onto… and…

After hiring someone, my anger subsided, and everything was fine. But when I saw Tyr being all calm and trying to make…

…again about… and lasting people, especially not your Damlali?

…a son would hurt their husband for someone else? Unless…

…a Marshall, then just let me go. I can’t be in a stalemate with men at this stage.

Still, I would have been heartbroken. I would probably have been insanely jealous, and maybe even…

…if there were other men around, she would lend me for a hot minute—but if it involved Randall, she would demolish me…

…wilted defeat, yet you are still here being a man and dragging on the… Do you really think you’re the victim?

Chapter: You’re Going to Call the Police on My Husband?

I’vette’s face turned completely dark. “Owen, say that again if you dare.”

I’m too afraid to say it again.

I wasn’t scared of her anger—I was hoping she’d get mad.

I stared at her and spoke slowly, word by word, “I want a divorce. I can’t stand living in this kind of miserable situation for another minute!”

“I’ve already brought the divorce agreement. Sign it now if you still consider yourself a decent person. After that, once we’ve wrapped up our business deal and returned to the country, we’ll go straight to the courthouse to have the divorce certificate stamped!”