Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 105: Out of Control

Noah Grant vaguely realized she had some misunderstanding about him.

Suddenly, rain began to fall from the sky, a cool drop landing on Vera Sheridan’s face, waking her up, making her feel a bit embarrassed about her "interrogation."

She clutched his arms to steady her weak body, turning to walk toward the door, her steps faltering. Noah Grant clasped her wrist, pulling her slightly.

She once again fell into his warm and dry embrace.

The light from the porch divided the space into half bright and half dark.

Noah Grant steadied her back with one hand while the other, with an irresistible force, cupped half of her cheek.

The cool palm pressed against her burning skin, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze.

In the man’s deep eyes, emotions as thick and hard to disperse were surging.

His Adam’s apple bobbed heavily, and his voice was low, hoarse, grating on the eardrums:

"That year on Qixi, I asked to meet you at the lakeside of Lake Caelus at Veridia University, and you refused me in a message."

Every word he said was clear and powerful, like some blunt instrument, pounding on Vera Sheridan’s heart.

Qixi.

The Unnamed Lake, also recognized by everyone as a lovers’ confession sanctuary.

And what message?

Vera Sheridan’s pupils contracted, her eyelashes trembled violently, lips parted slightly, wanting to retort, but her throat seemed choked.

"That night, I waited in the rain all night, only to see you happily with Ian Kane." Noah Grant’s voice grew heavier, a trace of bitterness flashing in his eyes, "I didn’t want to disturb you anymore."

"Vera." His thumb unconsciously caressed her cheek, "It was you who rejected me, how can you blame me for leaving without a word?"

Hearing this, Vera grasped his suit lapels tightly, her luminous eyes fixed on his eyebrows.

"No... no... I didn’t..." Fragmented syllables squeezed out of her throat, with a hint of alcohol and hoarseness.

Fragments of distant memories gradually pieced together the whole story.

"Ian... Ian Kane!" Vera gritted her teeth, her voice trembling, "It was he... he tampered with my phone... he deleted... he did it on purpose! He even lied to me... told me... mom..."

The more she spoke, the more incoherent she became, her chest heaving up and down.

Ian Kane not only stole Noah Grant’s credit but also ruined his confession to her, making her misunderstand that he wasn’t even a normal friend to her back then...

Listening to her explanation, Noah Grant’s pupils widened, his jaw tightened, fingers holding her cheek unconsciously tightened, knuckles straining.

Realizing he might hurt her, his knuckles turned white from extreme restraint.

He stared deeply at her face, his gaze burning, magma boiling inside his chest, "You didn’t reject me." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Vera, infected by his indescribable, surging emotion, blurted out, "You didn’t abandon me because my mom went to prison, affecting Uncle Grant’s campaign..."

Noah Grant’s thumb brushed over her alcohol-swollen, exquisite lips with anger, grinding his teeth, "Did Ian Kane tell you that?"

"Yes." Vera’s red lips moved, her throat producing chaotic syllables.

The mature masculinity of his fingertips, mixed with a faint tobacco scent, filled her nostrils.

Noah Grant’s chest heaved violently, looking up at the gloomy sky, then lowering his eyes to watch her. Afraid of hurting her pride, he didn’t disclose that for her, he had given up a public service exam against his family’s wishes.

Large raindrops fell swiftly, Vera straightened up and broke free from him, "...Let’s go inside."

After speaking, she tried to stand up straight, but her footing was unsteady, causing her to stumble uncontrollably.

The next moment, Noah Grant carried her horizontally!

As Vera suddenly lost her balance, she instinctively let out a soft cry, her arms subconsciously encircling his neck, her cheek pressed against his throbbing carotid artery.

Through the thin material, she could distinctly feel the force of his tense arm muscles and the heart pounding like war drums inside his chest.

In the dimly lit bedroom, only a bedside lamp cast a hazy glow, outlining the furniture.

Noah Grant walked to the bed, bending down, placing Vera onto it.

Perhaps it was due to an unstable center of gravity, or maybe he simply didn’t want to let go.

The moment Vera’s back touched the soft mattress, Noah Grant’s body toppled over!

One arm still cushioned her back, while the other hastily supported her side, his entire upper body already suspended above her.

The distance between them shrunk rapidly to where they could hear each other’s breathing.

The air grew thick and hot, as if a spark could ignite it.

The dim light traced the intertwined outlines of the two.

Noah Grant’s hand supporting her side trembled slightly, his scorching gaze swept inch by inch over her bewildered, drunken eyes, her flushed cheeks, eventually locking onto her slightly parted, seemingly inviting lips.

His hot breath brushed heavily over her cheeks and lips.

Vera’s eyes were dreamy, looking at the handsome face so close above her, seeing the turbulent and intense emotions in his eyes, feeling his burning breath enveloping her, she forgot to react, unable to struggle.

The arms around his neck even forgot to loosen, fingertips unconsciously touching the short hair at the back of his neck.

The man’s handsome face enlarged in her view, his lips brushed against hers, making Vera hold her breath.

"Knock, knock, knock."

At this moment, a clear knocking sound rang out unexpectedly.

Shattering the sticky, heated seduction in the room.

Outside, the maid’s voice sounded, "Second Master? The old lady asked me to check if Miss Vera has settled in? Does she need sobering soup?"

Vera awoke as if from a dream, quickly releasing her arm from around his neck, instinctively turning her face away.

Noah Grant’s body tensed, clearing his throat, he straightened up, his voice low and hoarse, "Rest well."

With those words, he walked towards the door, leaving the room, gently closing it behind him.

Outside, his instructions could soon be heard: "Prepare a sobering soup for Miss Sheridan."

Inside, Vera buried herself in the blanket, her heart racing as if it would leap out of her chest.

Her cheeks were burning, ears buzzing.

All the scenes just now intertwined in her mind, hitting her hard.

The alcohol seemed to have completely worn off, in the quiet space, she could clearly hear her own chaotic heartbeat, her fingertips still holding the sensation of his hair and the residual warmth from his neck.

...

With a subtle click, the room door closed and locked.

Noah Grant didn’t turn on the main light, only twisted on a wall lamp near the entrance.

In the dim light, he walked straight into the bathroom, stripping off his clothes, he directly turned on the cold water shower.

He tilted his head back, letting the icy water wash over his face, neck, slide down his broad chest and taut back.

The water trickled down from his wet black hair, over his prominent nose, tightly pressed thin lips, finally pooling in the hollow of his sexy collarbone.

The cold water temporarily suppressed the scorching unrest in his body, but it couldn’t extinguish the raging fire and urgency in his chest.

He turned off the water valve abruptly, stepping out of the shower, dripping wet.

Ice-cold droplets rolled down his lean, muscled physique, gathering into a small puddle on the floor.

He moved to the bedroom, dialing Judge Goldsmith’s number.

"Mr. Goldsmith, sorry to disturb you."

"Regarding the divorce decree of Ian Kane and Vera Sheridan." He paused, each word carrying a pressing force, "I demand it be delivered, immediately, by this Friday."

There was a noticeable pause on the other end, Judge Goldsmith frowned, "Noah, what’s the rush? The procedure—"

"Any procedural issues, I will handle." Noah Grant interrupted him, his tone indisputable.

Judge Goldsmith detected the unusual tone and urgency, after a few seconds of silence, "Alright, I will personally oversee it, ensuring the decree is delivered to both parties by Friday."

Noah Grant’s tone softened, "Thank you, Mr. Goldsmith."

...

Vera Sheridan woke up, and it was already midday.

The chaotic fragments of last night’s memories, accompanied by the dull pain of a hangover, flooded in...

Vera lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, her mind in turmoil.

The late-blooming, intense emotions belonging to Noah Grant weighed heavily on her heart, filled with regret.

Regret for asking about it under the influence of alcohol last night.

Having just crawled out of a failed marriage, physically and emotionally exhausted, she had no extra energy or courage to immediately take on another new relationship.

After an unknown period, Vera took a deep breath, suppressed the chaos in her heart, and forced herself to wash up and go downstairs.

Vera had just arrived in the living room on the first floor when she encountered Noah Grant coming down the stairs.

The man was in a well-tailored dark gray suit, his posture upright, carrying a briefcase in one hand while fastening his platinum cufflinks with the other.

Noble, calm, cold, and restrained.

As if the man, whose emotions had surged to the brink of losing control last night, was just a figment of her imagination.

At the moment he saw her, Vera raised her lips slightly, meeting his gaze calmly, "Good morning, senior. Are you heading out?"

Noah’s gaze lingered on her lips’ distant smile for a few seconds, "Yes." His response was low, devoid of emotion, "I’m going to the airport, flying to Veridia."

The air seemed to halt for a moment, flowing with an unspoken subtlety. Vera nodded, "Well... safe travels."

Noah looked at her deeply, as if trying to see through her.

In the end, he said nothing, just nodded slightly, and his tall, sturdy back quickly disappeared through the door.

The living room suddenly fell into silence.

Vera let out a gentle sigh, her taut nerves relaxing.

Her mind was filled with images of Noah Grant keeping a deliberate distance.

Which was just as well.

She lowered her eyes, her long lashes hiding the turbulent emotions within them.

...

By evening, the afterglow of the sunset stained the sky red.

After finishing her basic exercises and washing off a light sweat, Vera came out of the bathroom when her phone vibrated on the nightstand while charging.

She hobbled over, the screen flashing a string of unfamiliar numbers.

Her heart tightened inexplicably.

After a moment’s hesitation, she slid to answer.

"Hello?"

There was no immediate response from the other end, only silence.

Then came a crisp "ding——"

from a familiar metallic lighter sound.

Then, Ian Kane’s low, magnetic voice echoed softly.

"Mrs. Kane, you’re quick. So soon, you’ve blacklisted your legitimate husband?" His emphasis on "Mrs. Kane" was heavy with sarcasm and an uncomfortable sense of familiarity.

Vera’s face turned icy, her voice colder, "Ian Kane, we are already divorced."

"Heh..." A light laugh came from the other end, "Divorce, did I agree?"

"Check your phone, the ’gift’ I just ’kindly’ sent you."

As soon as the words fell, Vera’s phone vibrated again, indicating a new WeChat message received.

Frowning, Vera calmly opened the picture, and upon seeing the photo, she was momentarily stunned, then her mind went blank...

Her pupils suddenly contracted, her breath paused.

After an unknown length of time, long enough for Ian Kane’s amused voice to ask again from the other end of the line, "So, Mrs. Kane, are you satisfied with this ’gift’?"

Vera suddenly snapped back, enormous anger and humiliation erupting like magma inside her chest!

Through gritted teeth, she forced the words out, "Ian Kane! What do you want?"

"It’s simple." Ian Kane’s voice returned to a composed tone, almost with a hint of pleasure, "Tonight at 9, The Sovereign Club, Empyrean suite. I’ll wait for you."

The call ended abruptly.

Vera was left cold and stiff.

The shock from that photo almost engulfed and destroyed her.

...

The Sovereign Club, V9 suite.

Vera stood at the door, her simple dress starkly contrasting the hedonistic environment.

She raised her hand and pushed open the heavy door forcefully.

The light was dim and hazy, and the rotating laser disco ball was surreal, creating a gaudy, debauched atmosphere.

In one glance, Vera spotted Ian Kane among the crowd of men and women.

He lounged lazily in the wide main seat of the sofa.

The man wore a black silk shirt, the collar casually open at two buttons, revealing a small section of firm chest and a sexy collarbone.

The vibrant lights cast on his well-defined profile, half hidden in shadow, adding a dangerous allure.

At this moment, a young woman in a sequined spaghetti strap dress, with a flirtatious makeup, snuggled against him like a boneless snake.

Her crimson nails subtly lingered at his open collar.

She leaned in to whisper playfully in Ian Kane’s ear.

Ian Kane crossed his legs, one arm casually draped behind the woman’s back on the sofa.

The other hand lazily swirled a glass of whiskey, a playful yet detached smile on his lips, his eyes distant.

In the seven years of knowing him, Vera had only seen Ian Kane’s indulgent behavior twice.

The last time was in the Hawthorne Family’s stairwell.

Everyone present were Ian Kane’s childhood friends, and upon seeing Vera, they respectfully greeted, "Sister-in-law!"

While talking, they quickly stubbed out their cigarettes.

As if everything was still the same as before.

Ian Kane had a rule: in places where Vera was present, smoking was prohibited.

Vera glanced at them indifferently, saying nothing.

At this time, Ian Kane slowly turned his head to look at her.

His gaze, through the blurred lights and swirling smoke, accurately and coldly fell upon her.

The woman in his arms also looked over following his gaze, curiosity mixed with a hint of hostility in her eyes, "Aren’t they divorced?"

The playful smile on Ian Kane’s lips deepened.

He gently patted the woman in his arms on the waist as if to soothe, then, facing the doorway where Vera stood, he slightly raised his chin, his voice not loud but clearly piercing through the noise.

"You’ve arrived, Mrs. Kane."