Rediscovering Love with My Ex

The man had fallen asleep, his long, narrow, sharp eyes slightly narrowed.

Margaret Henson endured the unspeakable bitterness and got out of bed, her back forming a beautiful curve, covered by her long hair, vaguely visible, green and beautiful. Just as she was about to pick up the scattered clothes on the floor, a cold voice came from behind her.

"How much do you want?"

The tone is not emotional, and the strong ambiguity after last night's drunkenness has dissipated.

Margaret Henson's hand holding the clothes paused.

It's funny to say that the husband who has been married for three years doesn't even know who she is.

Three years ago, she saved Grandpa Albert's life, and just when her father's company encountered difficulties in the first round of financing, Grandpa Albert proposed that she marry his grandson Robert Frost and invested 300 million yuan forthe Hensons.

Robert Frost never showed up throughout the process. She only found out after getting the certificate that the man had gone abroad.

In three years, her famous but empty title of Mrs. Frost had long become a laughingstock in the eyes of others.

Unexpectedly, the first time they met was in bed.

"I don't want money."

She put on her clothes, and due to the hangover, her head was a mess, as if it was about to explode.

"Don't want money? Are you trying to cling to me?"

Robert Frost chuckled lightly, his gaze piercing as he sized her up from head to toe.

White and small face, the figure is just right, the eyes are clear, the face is good, but that's all.

Another one came forward voluntarily, but this time, they succeeded.

The man looked away, "What you deserve will be given in full, but don't think about things you shouldn't be concerned with, and dismiss such thoughts as soon as possible."

Although he was drunk last night, he was not completely out of control with a woman. The problem was in the glass of wine she handed him.

Margaret Henson had already dressed up, last night the Frosts hosted a welcome banquet, with socialites and rich daughters from the circle gathering together, all wanting to meet this business prodigy who had just returned to the country and was about to take over the entire Frost Group in one fell swoop.

She arrived late, and even though Grandpa Albert was abroad, he specifically asked her to come. She originally planned to just show her face and leave, but her father stopped her and handed her two glasses of wine.

They said they would have a good talk while Robert Frost returned home.

"Later on, the result was..."

She knows how resistant Robert Frost is to this marriage, and how to convince him that what happened last night was not her intention?

Margaret Henson had a hint of self-mockery in her eyes, and was silent for a rare two seconds, "Actually, I..."

The phone on the bedside started to vibrate.

Robert Frost glanced unhurriedly, it was his personal lawyer.

Press the speakerphone, a respectful male voice comes from the other side, "Mr. Frost, I have arrived at Miss Henson's apartment, but she is not at home. Should I send this divorce agreement to the Sheng's place?"

Getting up and walking to the floor-to-ceiling window, Robert Frost frowned at the distant river view, having no impression of his wife who he had been married to for three years.

Grandpa Albert said that he has a good personality, doesn't compete or fight, and is a top graduate from the University of California. But what does that matter?

The Hensons had already passed the crisis, and she should have paid back the kindness she had saved Grandpa Albert.

The man's tone was ruthless and cold, "First contact her and have her sign the divorce agreement. If she doesn't know how to appreciate it, then contact the Sheng family..."

Margaret Henson found her phone and checked if she missed any work messages. She heard the words "divorce agreement" and was stunned for a moment. The phone screen showed a message from her father, Jacob Henson.

"Maggie, did you leave early last night? Your aunt asked me to find out if Robert Frost had that drink."

Margaret Henson lowered her head, "Isn't the wine prepared by you, Dad?"

"Your aunt gave it to me. If you're not busy with your work today, go to the hospital to see your sister. She said she missed you."

Margaret Henson felt suffocated and probably knew that it was that woman who was deliberately scheming.

"Is something wrong? Is the concentration too high, are you drunk?" Jacob Henson asked when he saw that she didn't respond.

Thought she was feeling unwell from a hangover, he quickly asked if she needed a hangover remedy soup, his tone full of concern.

Margaret Henson is not without a temper, but his mother died early, he ran the company alone, these years as a father and mother, a lot of hard work.

And it was during her freshman year that she remarried, without any wrongdoing towards her.

She didn't want to talk about it and suppressed her discomfort, "No need, I'll go see Lara later. Tell Auntie thank you for being so thoughtful."

The conversation in front of the floor-to-ceiling window continued, and it gradually turned to business matters.

Looking up, the light from the window fell on the man's shoulders, wearing a white robe, in a casual posture.

He stood with his back to the light, his handsome face revealing no emotion. The lines of his profile were exceptionally cold and stern, making him seem even more heartless and indifferent, warning strangers to keep their distance.

Margaret Henson put away her phone, turned around, and pushed the door open to leave.

Anyway, he was already planning to get a divorce, so knowing that he had slept with that wife he hadn't liked for three years would be really awkward.

Let's just leave it at that, part on good terms.

Robert Frost hung up the phone, it was getting late, and there was still a stranger unattended to. He turned around and looked at the silent room in front of him, frowning involuntarily.

The messy sheets were pulled halfway off, and the wrinkled suit and shirt were thrown at the foot of the bed.

The red wine mixes with the enchanting flavors, blending together.

He raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. If it weren't for the conspicuous dark red stain on the bedsheet, he would have thought the woman he saw when he woke up in the morning was an illusion.

A knock on the door sounded, and the voice of Secretary Henry Black came from outside, "Mr. Frost."

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and Henry Black entered with a brand new suit. Seeing the scene in the room, he was puzzled but didn't ask any questions. He respectfully put down the clothes and left for the living room.

Robert Frost took a bath in the bathroom, got dressed neatly, and went out.

Henry Black felt half a step behind, and they went out. Robert Frost said, "Who was the man who came out of my room in the morning?"