Urging Him to Get a Divorce novel Chapter 405

Chapter 405

Chapter 405

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Xavier misunderstood her expression, and a flash of pain crossed his eyes. “The Patriarch said he’s going to call you over to ask you in person. What are you going to tell him?”

But Aveline just asked, “Josephine is type AB? What a coincidence.”

“Yes, you can’t fake a blood type.”

Aveline was stunned for a moment, then she found it hilarious and laughed out loud. “Damn it, I can’t believe a coincidence like that.”

“Wait, don’t tell me your Beltran family thinks it was Josephine who saved you back then?”

Xavier didn’t speak, just watched her with his deep, dark eyes.

That was a silent admission.

Aveline thought it was the most ridiculous thing in the world, and also the most infuriating and tragic.

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So she couldn’t bring herself to laugh; only a mocking smile played on her lips.

It was just too ironic.

Although she didn’t know how Josephine had managed to give the Zimmerman family such a ridiculous idea, Aveline said disdainfully:

“Fine. I’ve carried this ‘savior’ title for two years, and now it just disgusts me. I always felt that the only reason you got engaged to me and got our marriage certificate was because I saved your life.”

“If Josephine likes it, then she can have it.”

“We’re divorced. You can marry your real savior now.”

Xavier frowned slightly. “How many times have I told you? I got engaged to you, I got our marriage certificate with you, not because you saved me, but because…”

Aveline cut him off. “The reason doesn’t matter anymore.”

“If you think I’m a liar, why would you marry a liar like me? You might not be disgusted, but it disgusts me that you see me as a liar.”

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Chapter 405

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Xavier was sitting on the long sofa. He moved to the armrest, closer to Aveline, and reached for her hand.

“Aveline, you can’t even have a proper conversation with me. That’s why I think we should see a therapist. Maybe you’d be willing to talk to a therapist.”

Aveline was furious. She snatched her hand back, then stood up and kicked Xavier in the shin.

“You’re the one with the problem. You’re the one who should see a therapist.”

Xavier didn’t dodge, didn’t cry out in pain, and didn’t curse at her. He just lifted his dark eyes to look at her.

“Aveline, Bryan said he didn’t see a face, but he saw a pair of women’s black high heels. What shoes were you wearing when you saved me?”

Aveline had indeed been wearing a pair of black high heels that day, but she said, “Don’t tell me Josephine has an identical pair of black high heels too?”

Xavier sighed. “I’m asking about you. Why are you bringing up Josephine?”

Aveline said coldly, “Don’t you think Josephine saved you? If she didn’t have those shoes, how could she have been the one who saved you?”

“If you’re expecting me to produce a pair of shoes like that, I’m telling you, I don’t have them. I can’t.”

“But Josephine definitely has them, right? She must have kept them safe and sound.”

Xavier looked at her ice-cold face, then stood up and pulled her into his arms.

Aveline struggled, but Xavier held her tighter, lowering his head to the side of her neck and whispering,

“Alright, let’s not talk about it. It doesn’t matter who saved me anymore.”

Aveline scoffed. “Doesn’t matter? I think it matters a lot to you, and to the.”

Xavier replied, “What I mean is, whether you saved me or not, we are not getting a divorce.” “Aveline, I won’t let you go. If I had any way to leave you, I wouldn’t have gotten our marriage certificate.”

Aveline said mockingly, “Your real savior must feel so wronged. She saved repay the life debt with marriage.”

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