Urging Him to Get a Divorce novel Chapter 255

No wonder he’d sent that text telling her she’d regret it.

Aveline turned to go back to bed, deciding to ignore him.

Just then, Xavier spoke from outside the door, “I heard you. If you don’t open up, I’ll stand here all night ringing this bell. You won’t get a wink of sleep.”

After he spoke, he deliberately rang the bell again.

It was already midnight. The sound of the doorbell was grating on Aveline’s nerves, and her temper flared.

With a fierce look in her eyes, she grabbed a hanger, strode to the door, opened it, and swung it at Xavier.

Xavier glanced at her with his deep, dark eyes. “Someone’s grumpy after waking up.”

“But you’re too weak. Didn’t even feel it.”

As he spoke, he pushed the door open with one hand and walked inside.

Aveline threw the hanger at his feet. “What the hell is wrong with you, showing up in the middle of the night?”

Xavier took off his trench coat, tossed it onto one sofa, and then sat down on the other.

“Close the door. You don’t want our fighting to draw an audience from the entire floor, do you?”

“Just get the hell out.‘

Xavier unbuttoned the top two buttons of his white shirt and rolled up his sleeves, his eyes fixed on her the entire time. He said calmly,

“Your language is getting coarser.”

“If you don’t like it, you can leave.”

Xavier chuckled. “I was on a plane for six hours and in a car for almost two just to see my wife. Why would I leave?”

“Close the door. Come sit down and talk.”

“Of course, if you don’t want to talk, you can just go to sleep. We’ll talk when you wake up tomorrow.”

Aveline walked to the nightstand with a grim expression and picked up her phone. “If you don’t leave, I’m calling the cops.”

Xavier let out a low chuckle. “And what are you going to report?”

“I haven’t hit you or yelled at you. The officer will probably just get mad at you for wasting their time.”

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Chapter 255

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“We’re husband and wife. Since you wouldn’t open the door, it was a matter of course for me to ring the bell to get you to open it.”

Aveline took a deep breath, telling herself to stay calm.

Then she said, “Fine, we can talk. But it’s late and I need to sleep. We can talk tomorrow.”

“Leave now. I’m going to sleep.”

Xavier didn’t say anything. He stood up and walked to the door.

Aveline glanced at the trench coat he’d tossed on the sofa. “Take your coat.”

Xavier didn’t say anything, closed the door, and walked back.

Aveline glared, “What are you doing?”

Xavier walked to the closet, opened it, and took out a men’s bathrobe. “Didn’t you say you didn’t want to talk and wanted to sleep?”

“I’ll take a shower before I sleep. You can go to bed first.”

Xavier was determined to stick to her tonight. Aveline laughed in exasperation.

“Aren’t you afraid of bad luck if you don’t sleep in room 1808?”

Xavier turned to look at her, saying calmly, “Aren’t you my Guardian Angel? How could I have bad luck sleeping in the same bed with you?”

Aveline scoffed, “Who knows if you’re a guardian angel or a jinx?”

“Maybe I’m not your savior, just an imposter. You’d better watch out, or I might strangle you in your sleep and inherit your billions.”

Xavier’s dark eyes watched her, deep and calm like an ancient well, but he didn’t speak.

Aveline’s almond–shaped eyes met his gaze coldly.

After a moment, Xavier said lightly, “With your strength, you think you can murder your own husband?”

“Besides, didn’t you say you were kind and decent?”

With that, he walked towards the bathroom with the bathrobe.

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