The CEO Wants To Divorce Me
Chapter 26

Summer mornings dawn extra early.

Arabella had just come downstairs in her nightgown when she saw the blinding sight.

"Ezra, here's the bento I prepared for you, you have to remember to eat your lunch!"

Beth Ruth lifted the bento box from the kitchen and looped it right around the man from behind. The tone was sweet and gentle, not too loud, just loud enough for the three men in the living room to hear. Ezra kissed her down, not noticing Arabella standing behind him.

Arabella's looked up just in time to meet Beth Ruth's provocative gaze.

She glanced at her with an expressionless face and slammed the bathroom door heavily.

So Ezra can kiss people.......

In the bathroom, where she was the only one, Arabella raised a handful of cold water and splashed it on her face, forcing herself to calm down.

But he had been with him for three years and hadn't waited for him to initiate a single kiss.

The kind of kiss that doesn't carry any l**t but just expresses love, not once.

Arabella caught her breath and raised her eyes to look at herself in the mirror.

The girl in the mirror had droplets of water hanging from her thick eyelashes. The wretchedness did not hide her clear elegance in any way, and her features were exquisite as if she were in a painting. Unfortunately, the darkness of loss under the beauty's eyes seemed like a great net, and wherever she looked, there was darkness of despair everywhere she looked.

There was a knock on the bathroom door and Ezra's voice came, "How long are you going to hide in there? Shouldn't you be the one making breakfast?"

Arabella took a deep breath, wiped her face clean fiercely, and opened the door to the room straight away.

The man's probing eyes locked on hers, and when he saw the redness in the corners of her eyes, he pulled the corners of his mouth disdainfully, "What? Are you crying now?"

The woman looked down, barely managed a "no" in her weak voice, and walked right past Ezra towards the kitchen.

As the two crossed paths, Ezra suddenly snorted, "Arabella, you might as well enjoy the time you have right now. After all, it's still a long time before you hate me completely."

Arabella stopped momentarily, her eyes staring blankly ahead, a sense of crisis surging up at the man's words.

Time to completely hate him yourself?

Has his purpose not been achieved so far?

No kids, Ruth's broke, and he won't stop after this?

"What, what do you want?!"

Ezra looked at the frightened woman in front of him, the smile on his lips growing more and more playful, "Be patient, the surprise is still to come." Unwilling to say any more to Arabella, he raised his hand to signal her to go into the kitchen before going straight into the study.

Arabella wasn't in the mood for breakfast, and it was only after the third time her hands were splattered with hot oil that she finally got the pasta done.

But when she came out with her breakfast, Beth Ruth was the only one left at the table.

It was now time for Ezra to go to the office, leaving the two of them at home once again.

Beth Ruth sat at the table, crossed her legs and watched the once honored Miss Ruth's family serve herself breakfast in her apron, vanity thoroughly satisfied.

She smiled smugly and raised an eyebrow as she waited for Arabella to bring the food to her, "Sister, I didn't think you'd have a day. It's just as well that I have an appetite today, so I'll try your handmade breakfast." Arabella didn't give her a straight look and sat herself down with her breakfast straight away.

"I didn't mean to make it for you, if you're craving it, there'll be a few bites left over for you when I'm done." She tilted her head and smiled, her tone innocent, "After all, my dog used to grow up eating my leftovers." "What did you say? How dare you talk to me like that?!"

Beth Ruth, her whole body shaking with anger, reached for the gla*s of water on the table and splashed it directly at Arabella.

As a result, the woman across from her ducked sideways and continued to eat her breakfast in a leisurely manner, not even looking at her.

Beth Ruth was furious and ran back to her room with a vicious push on the table.

She threw the door to her room shut and smashed the pillows all over the bed in a deflated manner. She also had to be careful about Ezra coming back in the night and finding signs that she had been angry, even if she was careful about dropping things. In Ezra's eyes, she was a good, obedient, gentle girl who never lost her temper, and even when she was mad at that b***h Arabella, she had to keep a decent smile on her face, afraid that the man would notice her true emotions.

But without Ezra around, she can't stand Arabella even a little bit!

In fact, it had been clear to her from the first day Arabella had returned that the woman had changed.

She can't stand the fact that she can't beat Arabella no matter what!

Beth Ruth's eyes were red, malice and jealousy flaring up underneath them.

She would like to see who would be the final winner!

With Arthur James still in a coma, Ezra spends most of his time at work and at the hospital, and not much time at home.

Although he said that he named Arabella to take care of Beth Ruth's living and living, but in fact many things the housekeeper and aunt in the villa did for her. Mrs James, who had called Arabella for three years, even though a Miss Ruth had now inexplicably arrived, naturally they knew better than anyone who was the real owner. Arabella is grateful to these elders who have always taken care of her.

Since the fall of Ruth's family, she knew better than anyone that people raised their glasses to celebrate when you were pleased and retreated when you were disillusioned. They didn't care how innocent or hard you worked, they were just afraid of getting in your bad graces.

Beth Ruth hadn't gotten her in trouble much, but it was all petty tactics as far as she was concerned.

When Ezra was there, she could still pretend, when Ezra wasn't there, she just pretended Beth Ruth didn't exist. No matter how much the opposite side screamed, she was indifferent.

Arabella had been home for a few days before she realized that summer was getting stronger.

Only, the air was oppressive and at times breathless.