Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You
Chapter 2561

His eyes welled with tears, and his lashes trembled uncontrollably.

He quickly pinched the skin of his palm hard, suppressing a surge of surprise and joy.

This woman wasn’t Lucinda.

If it were Lucinda, she would confront him more assertively, not chide him in such a coquettish voice.

And if Lucinda caught him smoking, she would be livid.

When they got home, he would face her wrath, and she would use some devices to punish him.

This woman knew about the no-smoking rule but was unaware of how Lucinda punished him.

That was a secret between him and Lucinda.

After a brief pause, Nathan regained his composure.

He casually grabbed his coat from the chair’s back and calmly replied, “Alright, I’ll quit smoking.

Let’s get out of here.”

Taking the lead, he strode out of the smoking room.

The woman hurriedly matched his steps, trying to link her arm through his.

“Honey, wait up,” she called after him.

But Nathan walked briskly, paying her no mind.

She couldn’t even brush the edge of his coat and could only watch him with longing in her eyes.

They arrived at the underground parking garage, where Lonnie stood by the car, greeting them with a courteous smile and a slight bow.

The woman typically wouldn’t bother acknowledging someone she considered beneath her, but then she remembered the importance of maintaining her demeanor.

Quickly, she responded with a forced smile.

What she hadn’t expected was for Lonnie to sit in the front seat.

“I’m sorry, Mrs.

Payne, but I have an appointment with the boss later.

Whenever he drives himself, I usually sit in the front seat.”

The implication was clear: she was expected to take the back seat.

Feeling a bit awkward, the woman glanced at Nathan, silently hoping for assistance.

Wasn’t the front seat traditionally reserved for the spouse?

Furthermore, she had planned to subtly touch Nathan’s arm and flirt with him.

Meeting her gaze directly, Nathan said, “This time around, you were in an accident while driving.

I’m concerned that sitting in the front might trigger some psychological trauma for you.

Lonnie is joining me on this appointment, so he will be riding along.

Since you have just been discharged from the hospital, I would rather you not be reminded of those unpleasant memories from the car accident.”

As the woman Listened to Nathan’s explanation, she found herself at a loss for words.

The incident at Bay Tunnel was a topic she wished would not resurface, and she silently hoped Nathan wouldn’t bring it up again.

She could only nod in agreement.

“Alright, honey.

You are quite thoughtful, considering even the smallest details.”

Nathan smirked knowingly.

“I take your affairs seriously and won’t be careless.”