Ex-husband, Please Respect Yourself

Chapter 194: A Beast Indeed

As he said he was going to hang up, and there was an immediate shout, "wait!"

"Come on! I came to you for something, and you did this to me? I'm your buddy. Are you ready to do nothing to save me from ruin?"

Tyrone frowned and said coldly, "if you continue to talk nonsense, I don't mind adding fuel to the fire."

"Well, the simplest thing is that you lend me some money, and I'll go abroad for shelter."

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Leo went a little crazy when the man said he wanted to hang up again. "Wait a minute, buddy," he said, "don't you ask me what's wrong?"

What if he got blackmailed? Why didn't Tyrone care about him?

Tyrone said simply, "I'm not interested. Just remember to pay me back."

Leo felt his heart freeze, he tut-tutted and he scoffed, "you are a man who values sex over friendship. My grandfather belittled me while he praised you, he found me a bunch of women these days, and he asked me to go on blind dates. He also froze my bank cards in case I ran away from home. He's killing me. I'll go and hide, and if he comes back to you, you'll hide it for me, buddy."

When Tyrone heard this, he raised his eyebrows, and he He had no sympathy for him. He raised the corner of his mouth and said, "if he finds out I lent you the money, he may get angry with me later." "He's closer to you than to his father. How could he be angry with you?" Leo sniffed.

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Tyrone looked up and said placidly, "when he asked you to work for his company, you didn't want to, and when he asked you to get married and have children, you didn't agree. If he doesn't start worrying abou you, I'm going to wonder if you're his own grandson. All right, you watch your step. Don't overdo it."

Leo snorted, and he said in a jealous tone, "it's easier said than done. You have the wife and kids. You've got all the good things. Of course you don't have to ask for anything. Comparing to you, I have nothing, and if my grandfather finds out that you have kids, I may not even be able to go home."

Tyrone's thin lips were raised, and his voice became distinctly brisk, "you should get ready to live on the streets now."

He hung up Leo's phone and looked down at the screen. He glimpsed Rory's caller ID and he dialed it at once.

"Hello."

"Tyrone, Michael has been visited at the police station these past two days."

Tyrone's expression remained the same. As he continued to scan the computer page, he casually asked, "who?"

"He's a trusted member of the Johnson family."

The Johnson family?

The man's eyes suddenly looked cold.

Tyrone was silent for a long time. His face was so dark that one could not tell what he was thinking. Finally he said calmly, "you keep watching, and I'll deal with the rest when I get back." "All right."

Cathy opened the door and came in. The man had just hung up. He put the phone aside.

She glanced at the computer in front of him. She stared at him and she said very calmly, "are you going to stay with me all the time?"

The man looked at her gently. He patted the sofa beside him, "come here."

Cathy approached, but she didn't sit down. She held out her hand to him, and she spoke "give me your ID card. If you don't go, I'll book a room for you."

Whether something went wrong with the LT Company or not, he certainly wasn't as idle as he seemed. When he's with her, he's not always focused on his work, and she can't concentrate on her work, too.

The man took her hand, he increased his strength, and he pulled her into his arms. He put out two fingers and squeezed her cheek. He chuckled, "I slept only one night, and you sent me away? I haven't even tasted the sweetness, and you are too mean."

Sweetness?

When he mentioned last night, Cathy's face turned red. Her cheeks bulged wide with angry and she stared at him, "was that just one night? Didn't we have half a day to spend together?Even with the three years we've been together, all of them together, none of them equalled to what we had yesterday. Tyrone, how did I not discover that you are a beast?"

The woman's bashful face, with a hint of discontent, looked lovely.

Tyrone laughed heartily. He leaned back, he took her in his arms again, and He looked as if he were languishing. He began to speak more freely, "I probably haven't had sex in a really long time." Cathy sniffed resentfully. She was still unforgiving. She reached out and gave him a push, "you are still a beast. You let me go!"

Tyrone was satisfied for a moment as she was in his arms. He looked at her deeply. A moment later, with a slight twirl of his fingers, he unbuttoned her coat.

Cathy stunned, she hurried to grab his hand, and she shouted, "Tyrone, do you want to do it again?"

This lustful man, didn't he have enough yesterday?

The man's lips curved in a smile. He took her hands away. His hand reached into her body from her coat, and he touched her slightly raised abdomen, "what do you think I want to do?"

Cathy stunned and she watched his movements. There was a slight heat in her ears. She said, biting her lip, "I'm only four or five months of pregnancy. What can you feel?"

The man stroked her gently, his palm felt soft, and he seemed to feel the babies' heartbeat inside. He said, frowning slightly, "since you're carrying twins, why doesn't your abdomen look bigger?"

He thought, for his own sake, that if her abdomen looked bigger, he might have a reason to take her home.

Cathy froze. She also raised her hand and touched her abdomen. The look in her eyes became gentle, "maybe it has something to do with my constitution. I just want them to be healthy."

The man touched her abdomen, his big palm suddenly reattached her hand, and his heart felt soft. His chin touched her forehead, the fingers of his other hand gently passed through her long hair, and his eyes darkened, "how can they be healthy if you don't take good care of yourself? Work is probably the most important thing in your life."

Cathy's eyelashes quivered and she fell silent. But her silence meant that she acquiesced in what he said.

From the time she went to college, to the time she got married, she got divorced, and to the time she's now living, she's been on her own, and the only thing she could count on was her work.

Work was the only thing that kept her alive and her mind from wandering. Even if she wanted to be lazy, there was no one to let her act like a spoiled child.

When she missed him, she still had to distract herself with work.

She looked up into his face as if she had known him for the first time. She looked at him carefully and for a long time, and there was a thin mist in her eyes, making her eyes look deep and complicated. When the man saw her like this, his heart seemed to be stabbed. He did not feel pain, but he felt sad everlastingly.

He raised her chin suddenly, and kissed her face again and again, from her forehead to her eyes and to her nose. He kissed her for a long time. At last he kissed her on the lips. He forced open her lips with his tongue patiently, and he deepened the kiss gradually.

A teahouse in Washington, with a quiet and elegant setting, everything looked extremely luxurious here.

A figure in a black hoodie and trousers passed through screens. He followed the waiter's lead and went inside.

The incense slowly burning in the corner spread throughout the space. On the open balcony outside the circular arch, a woman sat there.