Chapter 3: Michael Is About to Explode

Due to her drunkenness, Evelyn's words were slurred. Michael could only vaguely make out a few words: "size," "lasting in bed," "erectile dysfunction."

But these few words were enough for Michael to understand what she was trying to say.

Michael gripped Evelyn's shoulders and pushed her away from his embrace in shock.

For a moment, he even forgot about her hand gripping his penis. "Evelyn, what did you say?"

Michael wondered if he had heard wrong.

Evelyn unhappily brushed Michael's hand away with one hand, while the other still firmly gripped his penis.

She swayed unsteadily, slurring her words, her right index finger tapping on his firm chest: "I said, you're... impotent. In bed, you can't... can't make a woman climax. Look at these pecs, and look at these... these abs..."

As she spoke, her finger slid downward, caressing him.

When she felt the muscles, she even spread her five fingers and squeezed a couple of times.

"Pretty well-built, like a male model, but..."

Her gaze finally fell between Michael's legs, and the hand gripping his lower body tightened slightly.

"This thing doesn't satisfy women."

"Good thing I haven't... haven't sex with you in all these years of marriage, otherwise I... every time... every time I wouldn't reach climax, that would be so frustrating."

His penis was gripped in Evelyn's hand, the blood vessels inside pulsing.

In his head, the blood vessels were also pulsing with anger.

Michael felt like he was about to explode.

"Let go."

He gritted his teeth and grabbed Evelyn's wandering hand, his voice low and dangerous.

"I won't."

Evelyn lifted her chin high, gripping even tighter.

"Why should I listen to you?"

"When I... when I liked you, I listened to you because... because I wanted to. Now, I don't... I don't like you anymore, so why should I still listen to you?"

"Michael, I won't like you anymore. Never again."

"Evelyn, I never asked you to like me. You were the one who schemed to marry me."

Michael's face darkened as he pried Evelyn's fingers off one by one and turned to leave.

"Yes, it was me... it was me who schemed. All of this... all of this is my own fault."

Evelyn closed her eyes mockingly, a tear sliding down from the corner of her eye.

The next second, she lost consciousness and fell to the floor.

Michael, who was angrily preparing to leave, paused in his steps.

But only for a moment. Soon, he lifted his foot to continue forward.

Walking to the living room doorway, he caught sight of a bit of blood on his finger and thought of the wound on her palm...

Michael sighed, turned back, picked Evelyn up in his arms, and carried her toward the bedroom upstairs.

No matter what, he and Evelyn were still legally husband and wife.

If something happened to her at home, it wouldn't be good for his reputation.

The next morning.

Evelyn opened her eyes in the familiar bed and, as usual, got up and put on her slippers.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the clothes she was wearing and couldn't help but frown: Why hadn't she changed into pajamas?

Yesterday...

Scenes from after drinking appeared in Evelyn's mind.

She never imagined that after getting drunk, she would do such things.

Mocking Michael for being impotent in bed was one thing, but she had actually grabbed his penis with her own hands.

Something that had been used by another woman—how disgusting.

Evelyn rushed to the bathroom and turned on the faucet, only then noticing that the wound on her hand had been bandaged.

This...

Could it have been Michael?

Even though she had mocked him like that last night and he was angry, seeing how drunk she was, he had still been gentleman enough to carry her to bed and thoughtfully bandaged her wound.

Her heart, frozen for three years, was injected with a warm current at this moment.

She couldn't help but think back to three years ago, before she had climbed into Michael's bed.

Although he looked cold on the outside, deep down, he was actually a very gentle person.

As long as you weren't standing against him, he would show enough courtesy and respect.

During these three years of marriage, he had been cold to her because he misunderstood that three years ago, she had deliberately climbed into his bed and caused him to break up with Elysia.

If she explained carefully to him, would he...

Evelyn thought as she went downstairs.

Michael was just adjusting his tie, preparing to go out.

This scene had appeared countless times in their three years of marriage.

But in the past, Michael hated her so much that he would leave faster than anyone when he saw her.

Evelyn also knew he didn't want to see her, so she wouldn't deliberately approach him to make him angry. She would just hide in a corner where he couldn't see her and quietly watch him leave.

Today, because of the bandaged wound on her hand, she gathered the courage to speak.

"Michael."

Michael didn't turn around, but he didn't continue toward the door either, clearly waiting for her to finish what she had to say.

Evelyn gained some confidence.

She raised her bandaged hand toward Michael: "Did you bandage this for me? Thank you."

One sentence instantly brought back the images Michael had deliberately spent an hour or two trying to forget.

Initially, he hadn't planned to bandage Evelyn's wound.

It was just that when he placed her on the bed, he accidentally saw a tear overflow from the corner of her eye and saw her bare shoulder exposed from all the commotion.

Then his gaze uncontrollably continued downward.

In three years of marriage, this was the first time he noticed how white his legal wife's skin was, like milk.

Her waist was also slender, as if he could completely encircle it with both hands.

He had always liked slim waists.

He doted on Elysia so much, aside from something that happened long ago, also because her waist was slim and beautiful.

Looking at Evelyn carefully now, her waist was actually even more beautiful than Elysia's.

After looking her up and down, he remembered that when carrying her upstairs, she was so light, like a piece of paper, he could barely feel her weight.

An inexplicable feeling of tenderness welled up in his heart.

Before he even realized what he was doing, his hands were already holding iodine and bandages to disinfect and wrap her wound.

After bandaging and going downstairs, he unconsciously walked to the kitchen and saw the half-prepared ingredients on the counter, and the knife that had cut her palm.

So she had cut her hand while trying to cook for him.

The tenderness that had emerged earlier instantly expanded, occupying half his heart.

In three years of marriage, this was the first time his feelings toward Evelyn had spun out of control.

But it wasn't nighttime now. His rationality had returned, and he knew clearly what he should do.

"No."

Michael turned around coldly and heartlessly: "The maid bandaged it for you."

Seeing the crushed expression on Evelyn's face, he added another line: "I have no interest in you whatsoever. Even if you died in front of me, I wouldn't blink an eye."

Evelyn's fists clenched tighter and tighter, reopening the wound on her palm.

As blood seeped through, she smiled with her mouth wide: "Really? That's just great then."

She went back upstairs, took down the divorce agreement she had already signed, and handed it over.

"The divorce agreement. I've already signed it. As long as you sign it, the divorce will be official. After the divorce, even if I die, my family won't come to your door to announce my death. I absolutely won't disturb you and Elysia's loving relationship."

Emotions churned in Michael's eyes.

He snatched the divorce agreement, flipped through it briefly, then threw it on the ground.

"What do you take me for? When you wanted to marry me, I had to marry you. When you want a divorce, do I have to divorce you? Impossible!"