Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188

Blake’s jaw tightened–1 could still read his annoyance perfectly. Funny how we’d become the most familiar strangers.

Suddenly, Scarlett appeared, wrapping herself around Blake’s arm.

“Miss Anderson? I’ve been looking everywhere for you, Blake. Turns out you’re having a late–night meeting with your ex–wife.”

“Ex–wife? Just someone I know,” Blake replied coldly,

stabbing through me.

“Sorry, Miss Anderson,” Scarlett simpered. ‘Blake’s afraid I’ll get jealous, so he’s being dismissive.”

She deliberately flashed the diamond ring on her finger–not my old wedding ring, but one with an even larger stone. Her provocation was obvious.

“It’s pretty late and you’re here all alone without a car, Blake and I really should give you a ride, but I’m feeling awful. Blake needs to take me home–should we call you a taxi?” Scarlett asked, her voice dripping with fake concern.

‘No need,” I said firmly.

“Not necessary,” Blake said at the exact same moment.

I shot him a surprised look and quickly added, “I was just about to leave anyway.”

Blake turned to Scarlett and said flatly, “I’ll drop you off first, then come back for her.”

“But Blake, I’m feeling awful. It’s like someone’s twisting my insides. When it hurts like this, I can’t help thinking about that night… she moaned to Blake.

“Enough,” Blake cut her off. “I’m taking you home now.”

Scarlett’s eyes reddened with anger.

In the parking lot, Blake practically dragged me along, claiming Scarlett needed rest.

My head was buzzing as he pulled me toward his car. I glanced back at Scarlett standing alone, thinking she was pitiable too. Did Blake ever genuinely care for any woman?

My legs felt like jelly as he forcefully seated me in the passenger side.

While fastening my seatbelt, he leaned in uncomfortably close. I could see the fine hairs on the bridge of his nose.

“You’re sweating. Are you sick?” His palm brushed sweat from my forehead, his touch meticulous.

My skin prickled, my breath catching.

Then his attention shifted to my scarf. “This doesn’t suit you. His fingers moved to untie it. “I can find you a prettier one.”

I grabbed his hand. “Don’t touch me!”

‘Blake Wright, your fiancée is watching,” I hissed.

He smirked. “She can’t see what we’re doing.”

He leaned closer to my ear. “Does this excite you enough to make you sweat?”

“Asshole!” I knocked his hand away. “Don’t touch me!”

Scarlett’s shrill voice cut through: “Blake! What are you doing?” Her voice trembled. “I can’t walk… it hurts so much…

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Chapter 188

Blake straightened up and turned to her, helping her into the back seat.

“Why can’t I sit in front? I always sit there,” she whined.

“You’re not feeling well. It’s better for you to lie down in back,” he replied gently.

Scarlett glared daggers at the back of my head.

As we drove, Scarlett kept softly calling Blake’s name. I stared out the window, pretending not to hear.

Then she struck, “Miss Anderson, I hear you’re quite close with Seth Price?”