Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 117: Dealing with Scum: She in Noah Grant’s Arms, Alluring Beyond Compare

Chapter 117: Chapter 117: Dealing with Scum: She in Noah Grant’s Arms, Alluring Beyond Compare

A blinding white lightning tore through the pitch-black night, momentarily illuminating the power-out hallway.

Ian Kane leaned against the mottled white wall, his tall silhouette casting a solitary, elongated shadow in the electric glow.

His expensive suit was casually draped over his arm, the collar of his white shirt slightly open, revealing a cold white neck.

A cigarette unlit between his fingers, his slender fingers lightly tapped the cold wall. Under his half-lowered lashes, his eyes were dark and deep as a cold pool.

The room inside was silent.

The lightning vanished, and thick darkness swallowed the hallway again as vivid images flashed through his mind:

The forbidden kiss in the hospital room... on the stairs, her champagne-colored silk dress trailing around Noah Grant’s suit pants... and at this moment, behind this door, in the darkness—

Bodies pressed close, breaths entwined, fingers groping in the dark... even...

"Snap."

The cigarette in his fingers was silently crushed, twisted, deformed! Fragile tobacco rustled down through his fingers.

Another flash of lightning sliced through the darkness.

In an instant, the intense light captured the madness churning in his eyes and illuminated the slow, chilling, heart-stopping curve of his lips.

"Click." The door lock clicked softly, and the door suddenly swung open inward.

Ian Kane stepped forward, the madness in his eyes forcibly suppressed, condensed into a gleam of cold light.

Noah Grant’s tall figure blocked the doorway, his shoulders wide and legs long, the collar of his white shirt unbuttoned at two points, sleeves rolled to the elbow, the muscles of his exposed forearm tense, ready in the darkness.

The cold light from his phone spilled out from behind him, casting a shadow over half his face, his jawline taut as a blade.

The scene inside the room was entirely obscured by his form, leaving only the faint, lingering scent of smoke from his body wafting out.

That scent, like a thorn, pierced Ian Kane’s heart, conjuring images of their post-marriage kitchen in his mind—Vera smiling as she tied his apron straps under the warm yellow light, her fingers carelessly brushing against his lower back...

She was his!

Ian Kane’s Adam’s apple bobbed heavily, forcing out a hoarse question through his clenched teeth:

"Where is my wife."

As long as the divorce decree hadn’t come down, she was still his wife!

Noah Grant’s gaze pierced Ian Kane, his voice calm:

"Ian Kane, you’re in the wrong place."

He deliberately paused for half a second, enunciating each word with cold ridicule and sarcasm:

"There’s no Mrs. Kane here, nor is there your wife."

"There’s only—the first love you stole from me through despicable means."

"And at this moment, my client under protection, Miss Vera Sheridan."

Ian Kane’s pupils contracted almost imperceptibly for a moment!

But in the next instant, his lips curled into a deeply mocking smile, as if hearing the biggest joke:

"Stole? Ha..."

"Noah Grant, you know well inside, even without that night, without me..."

His voice rose slightly, "You two wouldn’t be together anyway!"

"Now she’s my wife, legally recognized! For the past seven years, it’s been me staying by her side! It’s been me chasing after her, protecting her!"

Noah Grant’s eyes narrowed dangerously, the depth of his pupils under the cold phone light sharp as a blade, seeming as though they could carve open one’s heart.

His tall form pressed half a step forward, the intangible pressure crashing heavily toward Ian Kane outside the door like a tidal wave.

Ian Kane also stepped forward defiantly, fists clenched tight at his sides, knuckles standing out!

The air solidified, tensions at a boiling point, ready to explode!

"Senior?" A cool female voice, like an icy spring, trickled out from the darkness behind Noah Grant, at the interplay of light and shadow.

Vera’s figure quietly appeared at the boundary of light and shadow.

At her voice, Noah Grant turned to look at her, the hard lines of his face softening momentarily.

But Ian Kane’s gaze, like an icy dagger, instantly pierced through the half-open door, locking onto Vera—

In the cold white glow, her long hair flowed like a waterfall, her body clad in nothing but a deep V-neck champagne silk camisole nightdress, casually covered with a sheath-thin white silk shirt.

Her delicate skin glinted with a smooth sheen in the faint light, collarbones deep set, the hem of her nightdress barely reaching her knees, revealing a pair of slim, straight legs.

This scene, beautiful enough to shock, also pierced his heart, leaving it bleeding profusely!

This was a laziness and... charm he had never seen on her before!

The repressed magma within his chest erupted to life! Ian Kane almost uncontrollably lifted a foot to barge in!

At this very moment—

"Ah!" Vera let out a short, light cry, her slender figure slightly stumbling toward Noah Grant!

"Careful!" Noah Grant quickly extended his arm, his iron-like grip instantly encircling her trim waist!

Instinctively, extremely naturally, Vera extended her arms, wrapping them tightly around his strong and well-built waist, her whole being nestling into his firm, warm embrace like a startled bird.

Even more glaring was—

One of her bare, jade-like feet was steadily, dependently resting on the polished black leather shoe of Noah Grant!

Deep black contrasted with snow white, hard juxtaposed with soft, forming a deeply suggestive image in the dim light!

As if they were the real couple or lovers!

Ian Kane’s pupils suddenly contracted to needles!

His Adam’s apple moved violently up and down, as if forcibly swallowing down the bloody taste surging up!

Rage, jealousy, the excruciating pain of betrayal twisted his heart like toxic vines in an instant!

He abruptly lifted his eyes, meeting Vera’s gaze.

The eyes that used to be full of laughter or stubbornness for him, now held only cold, undisguised mockery and loathing, as if looking at a pile of disgusting garbage.

"Ian Kane," Vera’s voice rang out, clear and penetrating through the stifling air:

"Is it amusing to pester like a stray dog here?"

"You know more than anyone why I married you then—"

Her lips curled into a most merciless arc:

"As for being a couple?" She let out a cold laugh, filled with endless contempt:

"We were always in name only, and besides, from the moment you couldn’t control yourself and climbed into the bed of my student, Nina Sullivan—"

"This marriage, which was built on deceit and betrayal, was already rotten in both law and morality!"

"The way you cling and pester like you’re on borrowed time, it’s truly..." She paused, parting her red lips to deliver her most scornful verdict:

"Disgusting!"

As soon as the words fell, she deliberately sought refuge, tightening her circle around Noah Grant’s waist and burying her face into his neck, her voice instantly softened with a hint of pouting grievance:

"Senior... sorry, my foot hurts..."

"Vera—!!!" Watching this, Ian Kane forced a roar through his teeth.

In an instant, his eyes were entirely consumed by bloody veins.

A familiar yet foreign feeling of losing control almost crushed him, bringing a near-manic despair and fury!

He abruptly lunged forward.

Noah Grant promptly moved to shield Vera.

Ian Kane’s fingers trembled, pointing at Vera in his arms, "Come back with me, Vera, don’t force me...!"