Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189

Anna’s POV:

‘Anna, you’re joking. Blake and

be moving in together until we’re actually planning to get married,‘ Searlett said, looking uncomfortable.

“Oh, actually nowadays people recommend traveling together before marriage, even living together. Otherwise, how would you know if you’re compatible?‘ ! replied casually.

My mind drifted to Emily’s advice from years ago. She’d suggested I travel with Blake first to test if he was ‘suitable.

Back then, I was so desperate to marry Blake that I thought even if he wasn’t ‘capable,” just looking at his face would be enough.

Is that so?” Blake’s cold voice suddenly cut in. “So you’ve already traveled and lived with Seth Price?”

Scarlett seized the opportunity. “Blake, what are you saying? Who Anna spends time with is her business. I’m actually quite envious of her boldness. Compared to her, I’m pretty conservative, but Anna made me think we should try living together before marriage.

She paused. “I think it’s a good idea. Why don’t you come over later and help me organize my things? I get lonely living by myself.”

Blake’s brow furrowed slightly as he stared straight ahead, focusing on driving with such intensity that he seemed to not hear Scarlett’s hints.

“Haha, I’m just kidding. Don’t answer that, Blake,” Scarlett continued. “Anna doesn’t know that my body still needs to recover for quite some time. I may look fine, but we absolutely can’t have sex. Blake is so concerned about me, afraid I’ll get hurt again. Sometimes I feel really bad for him.”

‘Blake, I’ll make it up to you once I’m better.”

I mentally rolled my eyes. So much for being “conservative.”

The car was traveling along the road to Seaside Manor, which meant Blake had bought Scarlett a villa near his home. That explained why he “happened” to appear in Scarlett’s livestream.

When the car stopped in front of a villa, Scarlett reluctantly got out. I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt, preparing to move to the back seat.

Blake turned to me. “You think I’m your chauffeur?”

In the moonlight, I thought I detected a hint of tenderness in his voice.

Maybe after experiencing Maxwell’s threats, I felt that Blake, no matter how dangerous, couldn’t be worse than Maxwell.

He rested one hand on the seat back, looking with interest at the scarf around my neck. “So you went to find Seth, which counts as traveling with him. From what I know, he stayed at the hotel you booked, which counts as living together. So under that scarf, there are kiss marks.”

“You’re spying on me?!” I was shocked he knew my movements so precisely.

‘Not exactly. Finding your whereabouts is simple for me.” He added, “I missed you. When I couldn’t find you, I had to look.”

‘I’m serious,” Blake continued. “Your scent is fading from the house. It’s like your four years at Seaside Manor are disappearing. I can’t get into your Back Bay apartment. At night… I can’t sleep.

I remembered our intimate days together, how he used to say, “I can’t sleep unless we fuck a few times.”

I noticed the dark circles under his eyes that confirmed his insomnia. Then it hit me – Blake was with Scarlett now, but since he couldn’t slee was coming to me.

‘You can’t sleep because you can’t get laid?” I asked bluntly.

“Exactly. I want to fuck you.”

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Chapter 189

I wasn’t about to play along. ‘Why don’t you just find some damn escort, like you did last time at that club? If you won’t take me home, I’m getting out and grabbing a cab.”

“Those were the ones you found for me. I never did anything with them, he denied.

Furious, I tried to open the door to escape, with one leg already outside the car.

Blake quickly reached out and grabbed my ankle with powerful hands, dragging me back inside.

He pressed me into the seat with one hand while skillfully removing my high heel with the other, then began firmly massaging my arch with his thumb.

His fingertips slowly moved up to my calf, his gaze sweeping over my skirt that had ridden up slightly from my struggle.

“You should move around more,” he taunted. “Otherwise I can’t see under your skirt. Are you wearing the style I like today?”

His hand gradually moved up my calf, his fingertips barely touching the skin of my inner thigh as he tried to peek under my skirt.

Enraged, I slapped him hard.