As soon as Raymond entered the house, he was hit by an unidentified object, and before he could see what it was, he heard Vivian's cold questioning.

Don't you think you should explain it to me? Contrary to the coldness in her tone, Vivian was burning with rage at the moment.

That delicate and beautiful face added a touch of human warmth because of the anger.

Raymond, who had been scolded by Vivian for no reason, frowned for Vivian's transgression. But seeing the dark circles under her eyes and remembering that it was he who had left her by the roadside yesterday and hadn't returned all night, he suddenly lost his temper.

But his drunkenness was so disgusting that he turned and wanted to go back to his room to change his clothes.

Vivian was even more infuriated by Raymond's reaction. She was so agitated, but he remained silent.

"Raymond! I want to divorce you."

Vivian shouted angrily towards his back, her face cold as she prepared to rush out of the door.

As soon as she took a step, her thin arm was clamped by Raymond.

"Divorce? Who gave you the guts?" Raymond could hardly contain his anger. His gaze towards Vivian was full of murderous intent.

If you want to get married, make a pact; if you want to change your mind, divorce?

This woman is really underestimating him.

Vivian glared at the man in front of her with a defiant look, "Divorce! Divorce! I want a divorce!"

"All right, then divorce."

Raymond felt his ears hurt from the quarrel, and the aftereffects of a night's hangover left him no patience to argue with Vivian any longer, and he blurted out a sentence.

Vivian didn't expect him to agree so easily, and she came back to her senses.

What was she angry about? Isn't Raymond supposed to have another woman sooner or later?

What he wants is a good wife and mother, and what she wants is to be able to get rid of the identity of House of Johnson.

Just a woman, is it worth her giving up this marriage?

Thinking of this, Vivian's expression changed and a smile appeared on her face: "Raymond, I was just saying it casually. It's okay. Go up and change your clothes and have a good rest." You must have been tired yesterday!

Hearing her words, Raymond had a headache. This woman was a bit too changeable.

But as Raymond went upstairs, Vivian couldn't hold back and said, "That woman yesterday..." If possible, please don't let her touch your phone again. In case something leaks, it's dangerous."

"Which woman?" Raymond turned sharply.

Vivian was silent. Could Raymond have more than one woman out there? She didn't know what kind of feeling it was.

"The woman who answered the phone yesterday and said it was your wife!" When Vivian said this, she couldn't help but grit her teeth.

Raymond, solemn, felt his pocket and found that his phone was indeed gone.

Based on what Vivian had just said, he understood her anger today.

Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Vivian couldn't help but sneer again, "What, Raymond, you have so many female confidants that you can't even remember any of them?"

Raymond pursed his tightly closed lips, and there was a hint of joke in his tone: "Jealous?"

Jealous?

Vivian was disturbed by his sudden question. How could she possibly be jealous of him!

She... Just fulfilling the duties of a wife.

Raymond had suppressed his mood for the day and felt a little better, but just in case he still reminded, "Remember our promise and don't have feelings for me."

"Don't worry. I'm more concerned about this than you are!" " "Vivian retorted with great vigor.

"No need." Hearing Vivian's words, Raymond's tone instantly sank below zero.

He gave Vivian a cold glance and strode into the study, leaving her still in a rage behind.

Vivian was made even angrier by Raymond's reaction, wasn't he asking for it?

Even clay figures have a bit of temper, let alone Vivian, who has a bad temper to begin with.

Because the other person was Raymond, Vivian thought she had endured it again and again.

But that doesn't mean she has to endure forever.

She did not strike again, nor did she vent her anger by Shouting, but walked up to Raymond's study door and said coldly:

I hope you can abide by the spirit of contract and keep your bottom clean. If there's a next time, I think I can also find a nice man to be a couple." Why would he be the only one to be flirtatious?

Before he could finish speaking, Raymond had already opened the door.

Vivian was startled by the sudden door opening.

Raymond's expressionless, stern face came into Vivian's sight.

He was wearing a light white pajama with the buttons unfastened, revealing his tall and slender figure.

Even in such a laid-back and casual outfit, he still exuded an air of dominance, giving Vivian a heavy sense of oppression.

He half-lowered his eyes, looked at her impatiently, opened his thin lips, and the first words that came out carried a chilling coldness and sneaked into Vivian's ears.

"Don't try to provoke me!"

Vivian raised her eyebrows haughtily and crossed her arms over her chest. "It was you who broke the rules first." Why only the state officials are allowed to set fires and the people are forbidden to light lamps?

"I have only you as a woman." Raymond said expressionlessly and then closed the door again.

Vivian had a pause in her heart, somewhat unable to believe what she had heard.

Raymond, though cold, never lies. Could it really be a misunderstanding?

Just as I was about to ask him, I found myself locked out again by him.

Raymond in the study was in a bad mood because of Vivian's commotion.

The dark eyes, in the blinding sunlight, gave off a sinister, cold light. Who did this?

He dialed Mason's number. "Where's my phone?"

As soon as Mason heard Raymond's chilling tone, he knew for sure that someone must be digging on the head of the people. With a smile, he said, "Why did you ask me about your phone?" I guess it was picked up by some pretty girl."

"Mason!"

Hearing Raymond call his name, Mason suddenly realized that this was a serious problem and hurriedly became serious. "You got drunk last night, so I took you to the hotel, probably left in the bar."

"I'll settle accounts with you when I find my phone."

Mason rolled his eyes when he heard a busy signal on his phone and said innocently to himself, "It's none of my business. I didn't lose your phone."

Raymond changed his clothes, had a sullen face and went straight out to drive to the bar.

Because of Raymond's words, Vivian's heart, which had been blocked before, suddenly felt relieved.

Thinking of Raymond's somewhat ugly face, she went to the kitchen and got busy.

But when she had prepared a sumptuous breakfast and went to call Raymond for dinner, she found the study empty.

"Where is the gentleman?" Vivian asked the maid who was tidying up the house.

The maid turned back and, seeing the lady's not-so-good face, replied feebly, "Sir... "Sir Has been out for quite a while."

"What!"