My Ex-Husband Wants Me Again

Chapter99

Pearl did not hold back at all. She treated Marc like a trash can and puked all over him.

At this moment, Mare had only one thought in his mind. "Why did I bring this dunkard with mei

e who personally found her and carried her into the car. Who could I blame but myself?

"But then again, I was the one w

"As they say, you reap what you sow,

"But this is truly unbearable for someone with a cleanliness obsession...

Marc resisted the urge to throw the woman in his arms out. He lowered his voice and instructed Thomas. Find a hotel nearby"

Thomas was quite reliable in handling matters. He immediately hooked the nearest five-star hotel room. He even thoughtfully arranged for a king-sized bed for the pair. With great delight, he ushered Marc and his former wife into the room, much like an ancient matchmaker.

When he closed the door, he felt an urge to cry. They had finally come this fart

immediately took Pearl into the

On the other hand, Mare did not have as rich an inner drama as his assistant did. Upon entering the room, he it bathroom, shed his soiled clothes, and took a quick shower to freshen up.

Turning around, he saw Pearl squinting, seemingly unable to hear her own dirty state. She began unbuttoning her shirt, leaving the collar wide open, revealing her white innerwear underneath. Her body was soaked in steam, making her look rosy and alluring Mare suddenly stiffened, his gaze deepening at the sight of Pearl before ham

Suppose it could be reasonable to say that he had not thought about doing anything when they entered the room. But, he would not be a normal man if he did not want to do anything after seeing this scene. "It's so hot.." Pearl murmured uncomfortably.

The alcohol had raised her body temperature, and in her drowsy state, she felt hot. Thinking she was at home, she tugged at her clothes, trying to take them off. But she could not Egure out how to undo the numerous buttons on her attire, which was becoming frustrating for her!

She furrowed her brow impatiently, and in the next moment, it was as if someone was helping her. Button after button was being undone for her Pearl felt perfectly at ease, letting herself he attended to

After three years of marriage, this was the first time Mare had undressed Pearl.

Her skin was even whiter than he remembered, and her figure was even more alluring. Each button he undid presented a significant challenge for Mure.

He pursed his lips, suppressing the impure thoughts. Then, he turned on the shower, tested the water temperature, and began washing Pearl.

Even though they were divorced, in his eyes, she was still his woman, his wife. Bathing her was a perfectly normal act, but he lacked experience in bathing a woman. As soon as his hand touched her, be hesitated. Her body was

was so delicate, her skin so soft, he was afraid his calloused hands might accidentally hurt her.

But Pearl clearly was not used to this slow bathing process. She felt like she was being teased as the feathered brush danced over her skatt, and she could not help but think, "Who was being so wicked"

She reluctantly opened her eyes, meeting Mare's deep, dark gaze through the layers of mist and splashing droplets in the shower,

Pearl's lips parted slightly i

yin shock, and she blinked her eyelashes.

She must be p

genuinely drunk because the was seeing that man here before her

Indeed, spring had arrived, and some dreams were uncontrollably tinged with amorous colors, a hint of peach blossoms.

Since it was in a dicam, she caught as well do as the pleased.

Teal's hand climbed sip the man's neck, cradling his Exece, gripping his nape, and the he had dour to her before, in this in, she would pay it all back

I then her lips met his, parting his teeth and bining him. Whatever

Marc's logu al sale nudged hum, pounting out the rather unpleasant fact that this woman had recently commisel, and her breath was far from ty ford; Perhaps it would be prudent to distaner hurself and suggest a suck oral hygiene deck gently

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Logic also whispered that she was inebriated and that taking advantage of her vulnerability would not be gentlemanly. He considered the idea of putting her into a peaceful slumber to prevent any potential regrets later..... Yet, he was not exactly a paragon of virtue. Why shouldn't he?

Amidst the dim, swirling thoughts, introspection surfaced, compelling him to confront certain undeniable truths.

He had fallen in love with h

her.

Following their divorce, he had fallen in love with Pearl

It was an absurd twist of fate, a truth he could not deny or evade

Pearl drifted through a lengthy dream.

In that dream, she embarked on a series of inexplicable escapades with Marc, each scene so explicit it required pixelation to be watchable. It was definitely not suitable for public viewing! Amid her mortifying and exhilarating state, she gradually flustered her eyes open.

"Ah. She exhaled deeply.

Her inaugural experience with such a dream left her feeling a tad bashful.

An uncomfortable pressure on her neck drew her attention. Pearl turned her head slightly, greeted by the sight of Marc's unadorned, handsome visage in the subdued lighting.

His eyes remained closed, still ensnared in slumber. His fresh, cropped hair and handsome features softened the usually stern and icy exterior, rendering him remarkably gentle

Despite the handsomeness of his countenance, Pearl's reaction mirrored that of someone encountering a ghost. She widened her eyes in shock. abruptly sitting upright as though jolted from a nightmare!

"Why is he here! And why is he occupying her bed?" Pearl wondered.

Panic seized Pearl momentarily, rendering her momentarily blind, her mind blank for at least half a minute. Then, inching away from Marc's exposed upper body, she finally spotted the uncovered figure beneath the sheets, utterly undressed, sending her into further distress.

"Could this still be a dream?" She pondered,

Raising her arm, she bit down hard on her wrist, the intense pain serving as a stark reminder of her stark reality. Her consciousness had not entirely returned when she heard a raspy voice tinged with reproach, "Biting yourself, doesn't that hurt!" Pearl lifted her head gingerly, locking eyes with Marc.

His voice resonated with depth and allure, particularly right after awakening. A smoky quality enveloped his tone, exuding a seductive edge. It should have sounded like an irresistible melody to most, but in Pearl's ears, it was similar to a demonic voice. She squeezed her eyes shut, struggling to piece together the fragments of last night's events, the sequence of happenings.

Her recollection halted at the dinner with her brothers in Zest Club where Mare suddenly appeared. The group engaged in a heated argument for a while, with Quentin even threatening Marc, a confrontation she had managed to defuse. After that... What had transpired next

Her memory remained an impenetrable fog-

Though daylight had bathed the outside world, the drawn curtains shrouded the room in perpetual twilight.

Pearl's composure remained intact. Her glare at Mare might have conveyed murderous intent, yet before she could utter a word, Marc preemptively interjected. "Miss Woolery, do you not recall the events of last night? Denying them now, in your awakened state, would be quite th