Chapter 148: Chapter 148: An Ex-Husband is Equivalent to a Husband

Wyatt Shaw rushed upstairs. Just as he entered the master bedroom, Yvonne Sutton, who had just run out of the bathroom, threw her arms around him.

"There’s a motorcycle! Right outside our house! He’s here."

Yvonne Sutton was soaking wet and naked. Wyatt Shaw pulled the bedsheet off the bed, wrapped it around her, and then held her as he walked to the window. There was indeed the sound of a motorcycle outside, but it was just a resident of the community whose bike seemed to have broken down and stopped in front of their house.

Seeing that it wasn’t the man, Yvonne Sutton finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then she realized she wasn’t wearing any clothes and was still pressed tightly into Wyatt Shaw’s arms.

"I-I’m sorry."

She clutched the bedsheet, trying to pull away from his embrace. But the moment she moved, he pressed her against the wall. He bent down, his nose brushing against her ear, his breathing growing heavier.

"Wyatt..." She placed her hands on his shoulders, trying to hold him back.

"My shirt is wet," he said.

"..."

"You got it wet."

"I’m sorry."

His nose grazed her cheek before pressing against hers. Their breaths mingled, his lips hovering just inches away.

"It’s not up to me," he said.

"What?"

"If you want me too, then I’m willing."

Yvonne Sutton felt a sudden flush of heat rush through her entire body. The hands she had on his shoulders trembled slightly. Every breath she took was filled with his scent, so thick and intense.

But in the next moment, she pushed him away.

"We’re already divorced. We shouldn’t."

After saying that, she quickly turned and ran back into the bathroom.

The bathroom was filled with steam. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, taking a long time to cool the heat that had flared within her.

’She had never felt that what she and Wyatt Shaw had was a mistake. So she had to be rational now and not make a real one.’

After she finished her shower and got dressed in her pajamas, she came downstairs. Wyatt Shaw had just finished making noodles and had set them on the table. He was already seated.

Yvonne Sutton hurried over and sat down across from him. She stole a glance at the front of his shirt; it was still damp.

"I don’t have any of your clothes here anymore," she said in a small voice.

"It’s fine. I’ll hang it out to dry later."

"Uh, isn’t it uncomfortable wearing a wet shirt?"

"Are you telling me to take it off right now?"

Yvonne Sutton nearly choked. "No, I didn’t mean that."

After saying that, she quickly lowered her head and started eating the noodles.

The first bite instantly soothed her stomach. The noodles he made were one of a kind, perfectly suited to her taste. Over the past year, she had craved them so much her mouth would water just thinking about them. She had even tried to follow his recipe, but the flavor was always off by a lot.

Later, she came to think that noodles were just noodles. Maybe it wasn’t his noodles she was craving, but him.

But now, he was right across from her, and the noodles he made were in her mouth. This, she realized, was true satisfaction.

That night, Yvonne Sutton slept in the master bedroom, and Wyatt Shaw slept in the guest room.

Perhaps because he was there, Yvonne Sutton had her first peaceful night’s sleep since that man had appeared. Early the next morning, she was woken by the sound of her phone.

She checked her phone and saw a message from Daisy Shaw. It contained an address, saying she was there and wanted Yvonne to come keep her company, but that she couldn’t tell Wyatt Shaw or the others.

"Aren’t you on my side? If you tell them, I’ll disappear immediately, and I won’t contact you anymore either."

When Yvonne Sutton saw this message, she quickly sat up and replied: "Wait for me. I’m leaving now."

After replying, she noticed the last sentence. ’I can’t tell Wyatt Shaw?’

’Better not tell him for now. I’ll decide what to do after I get there.’

She packed a bag, and when she came downstairs, Wyatt Shaw was surprisingly still there, cooking in the kitchen.

Seeing her come down with a bag on her back, he asked, "Are you going on a long trip?"

"Uh, just going out for a bit."

"Alone?"

"Alone."

"I thought you’d be with that male colleague of yours."

Yvonne Sutton paused. "You mean Stewart Pace?"

"The one I saw at the hospital that night."

"How did you know he’s my colleague?"

Wyatt Shaw gave a dry cough. "Just a guess."

Yvonne Sutton narrowed her eyes but didn’t call him out. Breakfast was steamed buns he had woken up early to make. They were so delicious that Yvonne ate until she was stuffed.

He packed up the leftovers for her to eat on the road.

"From now on, you can call me if you run into any trouble," he said with a serious expression.

Yvonne Sutton pursed her lips. "I can’t trouble you that much."

"What am I to you?"

"What?"

"Ex-husband."

Yvonne Sutton was speechless. ’You said it yourself, ex-husband.’

"Since I’m your ex-husband, I’m not a stranger. There’s no such thing as being a bother."

She and Wyatt Shaw parted ways at the front door. Since the place Daisy Shaw was at wasn’t far from Aethelgard, she decided to drive there.

Meanwhile, Wyatt Shaw received a call from Boss Hughes. "Mr. Shaw, we found the guy."

When he arrived at Boss Hughes’s territory, Boss Hughes was at the entrance to greet him.

"Where is he?" Wyatt Shaw asked.

"Inside."

Boss Hughes led the way, stooping over. Ever since Wyatt Shaw had taught him a lesson, he hadn’t dared to stand up straight in his presence.

It was a warehouse, and the inside was a mess.

As soon as Wyatt Shaw walked in, he saw the man, covered in blood, lying on the ground and gasping for air. When the man saw him enter, he immediately became guarded, his eyes flashing with a vicious glint.

"Who... who are you?"

Wyatt Shaw turned his head to listen as Boss Hughes explained the history between this man and Yvonne Sutton. His gaze turned icy. He walked over, stomped on the back of the man’s hand, and ground his foot down. As the man cried out in pain, Wyatt squatted down.

"A piece of trash like you doesn’t deserve to live."

The man glared at Wyatt Shaw. "I don’t know you. We don’t have any beef. Why are you doing this to me?"

"You know Yvonne Sutton?"

"That bitch..."

Wyatt Shaw shot to his feet, snatched a wooden stick from a nearby goon, and started beating the man mercilessly. At first, the man could bear it, but then he started howling in agony.

"I won’t do it again! Let me go! Stop hitting me!"

Wyatt Shaw beat the man until he was crying, then finally tossed the stick aside and bent down to look at him.

"Weren’t you asking who I am? I’m Yvonne Sutton’s ex-husband."

"Ex-husband?"

"As far as I’m concerned, ex-husband is the same as husband. Understand?"

’Ex-husband is ex-husband. How could it be the same as husband? If they were really the same, why would there be an ’ex’ in front of it?’ But although the man was unconvinced in his heart, he had been beaten into submission.

"I swear I’ll never dare to harm her again! No, I swear I’ll never appear before her again!" the man said hastily.

"Of course you won’t be appearing before her again. But that doesn’t mean we can just forget about the things you’ve done to her."

"What are you going to do to me? Kill me?" The man looked at Wyatt Shaw in terror. He’d been brought to this kind of place and beaten by these thugs in turns; he already knew he had provoked someone he couldn’t afford to offend.

For a person like this, killing him would be as easy as crushing an ant.

"Mr. Shaw, let me handle it. Don’t get your hands dirty," Boss Hughes said, trying to curry favor.

Wyatt Shaw stood up, took out a pack of cigarettes, and put one in his mouth. Boss Hughes rushed to light it for him.

He took a drag from the cigarette and said, "What are you thinking? Just send him to the police station."

"Huh?"

"I fucking want to do something ruthless too, but my wife won’t let me go crazy."

"Oh, I-I see."

"Alright, that’s it."

With that, Wyatt Shaw walked out, the cigarette still dangling from his lips.

Watching Wyatt Shaw’s departing figure, Boss Hughes couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, "If you ask me, you’re the one who’s not right in the head."