Fortunately, Wyatt Perry caught her in time.
Claudia Ross collapsed into Wyatt Perry’s arms, cradling his face, and asked foolishly, “Who are you, why…
why do you look so much like my husband…”
Wyatt Perry didn’t make a sound but grabbed her wrist and moved her hand away from his face.
“You really do look alike, it would be so good if you were my husband…
he wouldn’t be this…
this gentle to me…”
“He despises me whenever he sees me…
really despises me…
can you pretend to be my husband?”
“I want a divorce…
I have a lot of money, you know…
just treat me well…
I can support you…”
Claudia Ross thought she was dreaming and babbled nonsense, not caring whether Wyatt Perry was about to be suffocated by the alcohol on her breath.
He scolded her unhappily, “Why would a woman drink so much?”
“I’m happy…
heh heh…”
Claudia Ross laughed foolishly, and even Wyatt Perry couldn’t help but want to laugh.
“Happy about getting divorced?”
“Of course happy…
I’ve been waiting for this day…
for so long…
hic…”
Claudia Ross let out a boozy belch, releasing a strong smell of alcohol.
Wyatt Perry, disgusted, threw her back into the tub.
“Don’t call me the next time you drink.”
“Who are you…
why are you so good to me…” Claudia Ross lay in the bathtub, closing her eyes and shouting, “Wyatt Perry, you bastard, bastard…
bastard…”
The sound diminished.
She actually dozed off in a daze.
Wyatt Perry felt wrongly accused; he couldn’t remember doing anything that deserved to be called a bastard.
Their marriage was just a political alliance, devoid of romance and affection; he wasn’t even close to her.
Now, the divorce was amicable, and he had not treated her poorly.
How did that make him a bastard?
“Hey, get up, how am I a bastard?” Wyatt Perry slapped Claudia Ross’s face, “Get up and make it clear, you had a lot to say to me, say it!”
Claudia Ross was fast asleep; not even a falling sky would wake her.
Looking at Claudia Ross’s face, which was impervious to hot water like a dead pig, all Wyatt Perry could do was shake his head.
He couldn’t just let her sleep in the bathtub, with her clothes still wet.
Wyatt Perry, being a good Samaritan to the end, helped Claudia Ross to take off her outerwear, wrapped her in a bath towel, and threw her onto the bed.
Claudia Ross might look frail, but she had all the right curves, and her physical condition wasn’t too shabby.
Even Wyatt Perry, who was indifferent to women, couldn’t help but feel a flutter at the bottom of his heart.
Silly girl, he had really underestimated her.
Drunk Claudia Ross clung to Wyatt Perry like an octopus.
Shaking his head, Wyatt Perry suddenly pushed Claudia Ross away and tossed her onto the bed.
Wyatt Perry went back to the bathroom and turned on the cold water forcefully.
Only the cold water could suppress the stirring in his heart.
…
Sunlight filtered through the window curtains, casting its warmth onto Claudia Ross’s face and waking her.
Her eyelashes, long as butterfly wings, fluttered a few times.
When she opened her eyes, she saw the familiar ceiling, the familiar chandelier, her head aching too much to think.
Fragmented memories flooded her mind like a dream, and Wyatt Perry’s face became exceptionally clear.
She sat up abruptly, looking around.
“Wyatt Perry…”
There was no response.
She rubbed her throbbing head and laughed at herself.
How could it be Wyatt Perry?
Even if she died, he wouldn’t care about her.
Let alone hold her.
After cleaning up and going downstairs, Claudia Ross was stunned to see the person sitting at the dining table.
She quickly rubbed her eyes and looked again carefully.
It really was Wyatt Perry!
After they got married, he had never eaten breakfast at home.
Wyatt Perry took a light sip of milk and turned to look at Claudia Ross.
His deep eyes were like ink-stone jade, icily devoid of warmth.
Confronting Wyatt Perry’s gaze, the fragments of memory in Claudia Ross’s mind instantly became crystal clear.
She remembered collapsing into Wyatt Perry’s arms, babbling nonsense while holding his face.
Oh God, she desperately wanted to crawl into a hole.
So embarrassing!
Wyatt’s mother came out of the kitchen with an egg pancake, her face brimming with blissful smiles.
“Claudia, you got up just in time.
The egg pancake is fresh out of the pan, come and eat.
This egg pancake is Wyatt’s favorite.
When he was a child, he had to have it every morning, and he could eat it for a month without getting tired of it.”
Claudia Ross forced a smile: “It smells so delicious, I’m drooling!”
“Hehe, eat up!”
“Thanks, Mom.” Claudia Ross grabbed an egg pancake and took a big bite: “Delicious, really delicious.”
The mouthful of egg flavor was indeed her mother’s taste.
After eating the egg pancake and drinking milk, Claudia Ross felt much better.
But the uninvited arrival of Katie Poole caused her uplifted corners of lips to droop again.
“Wyatt, Auntie Ye, good morning.”
Katie Poole’s voice was cheerful as she entered with a fruit basket.
She didn’t care whether the host welcomed her or not, and took a seat next to Wyatt Perry by herself.
Wyatt’s mother’s face stiffened, and she asked annoyedly, “What are you doing here?”
“Auntie Ye, I’m about to get married to Wyatt, and by all rights, I should come and see you.
We both are Wyatt’s most loved women, don’t look at me as if you’re seeing an enemy.
Wyatt feels so uncomfortable stuck in the middle.
If you really don’t want to see me, I can just leave and will never set foot in your house again, but please don’t make it difficult for Wyatt.”
Katie Poole, wiping away tears, stood up.
Wyatt Perry immediately grabbed her wrist.
“No one is asking you to leave, sit down and have breakfast.”
“Wyatt…”
Katie Poole looked at Wyatt’s mother with teary eyes, appearing as aggrieved as a little wife.
“Sit down, sit down.
I haven’t even said anything and you’re already crying.
Anyone would think I’m so ferocious!”
Wyatt’s mother knew that if she sent Katie Poole out, Wyatt might never come back again.
No matter how much she disliked Katie Poole, she had to swallow her anger.
Under the table, she patted Claudia Ross’s hand, silently comforting her.
Claudia Ross acted as if nothing had happened all along.
Yesterday she had signed the divorce agreement with Wyatt Perry.
Processing the divorce certificate was only a matter of time.
She had come to terms with it.
Wyatt Perry was so undesirable; let Katie Poole deal with him.
Claudia Ross finished the last sip of milk in her cup before speaking, “I’m moving out today.
If Miss Poole wants to move in, she can at any time.
I won’t obstruct you guys.”
“Claudia!” Wyatt’s mother was greatly shocked.
If Claudia moved out, she would be left alone, unsupported.
From then on, Katie Poole would rule the house.
“Mom, out of sight, out of mind.
Some people don’t want to see us, and we might not want to see them either.
The world is so big, I want to go out and explore.”
She was done staying in this birdcage.
When Claudia Ross finished speaking, she got up and went upstairs to pack her things.
These years, Wyatt Perry had indeed treated Claudia Ross well, providing her with the best for her food, clothing, and other needs.
When she arrived, she had a small suitcase, but when she left, she had so much stuff it required a truck to haul it.
A photo fell to the ground; she bent down to pick it up.
Her hand was suddenly pinned by a high heel, the pain numbing.
Claudia Ross raised her head to see a triumphant Katie Poole: “Move your foot.”
“Beg me…”
“Get lost!”
“The one who should get lost is you, not me.
Wyatt loves me, not you.
No matter how much you try, you still got kicked out the door.”