The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce

After all, pregnancy is a big deal.

He coughed and asked in a gossipy tone, “Hey, I’m asking you, have you and her done it in these three years?”

Michael Gallagher frowned, and the scene of her drugging him that night filled his mind.

That night, as usual, he drank a bowl of the snow pear soup with tremella fungus she had cooked, only to lose control of his body for the night after drinking it.

In three years of marriage, he kept to the contract and never touched her, marking their first time.

It also humiliated him.

“No.” Michael’s thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his body’s aura was chilling and terrifying.

Jake Leaford softly said “oh,” thumbs up at him.

Since they hadn’t had sex, it was obvious that Molly Walker’s pregnancy was someone else’s doing.

Michael Gallagher almost became a father unknowingly!

Luckily, they divorced, a blessing in disguise.

Jake Leaford’s handsome face twitched a few times.

Forget it, he wouldn’t take the lead in such an awkward situation.

He had seen Molly Walker in person a few days ago, and she looked stunning.

The woman had an excellent figure, a top beauty, and a lovely face. It was impressive that Michael could resist her for three years.

Thinking of Molly Walker remaining chaste for three years, he suddenly couldn’t sympathize with Michael anymore.

Who could endure not having sex for three years? No wonder she would cheat.

“Does Isabelle know about your divorce with Molly? Are you really going to marry her?”

Michael remained silent. his aura leaning cold. and his shamly defined face

showed no expression.

Jake Leaford sighed and lit a cigarette, “Michael, let me tell you my heartfelt words.’

“A lifetime is very long. If you like Molly, go chase her. Don’t wait until things are beyond redemption and regret later.” After finishing, Jake gave a bitter smile.

Michael saw him smoking heavily as if lost in thought and guessed that he was thinking of someone.

“Are you still waiting for her even though she’s married?”

Jake Leaford’s hand stopped, and he uttered a light “ah”: “What am I thinking? Do I look like I am waiting for her to divorce and become the rebound guy? I will let her know that not choosing me is her loss.”

“There are not a few men willing to be the rebound guy these days.” Michael’s black eyes narrowed, and a cold, bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corners of his lips, “Even celebrities are rushing to be.”

Jake glanced at him, recalling the possibility of Molly being pregnant, and a playful interest surfaced on his handsome face.

Michael’s face was cold as frost, but he considered Jake’s words deep inside.

Would he regret losing Molly?

Having been together for three years, one would develop feelings even if it were just a kitten they raised.

In these three years, Molly was obedient and attentive, even cultivating some habits in him.

For example, a nutritional meal for a late-night snack.

Ever since she left the Gallagher family, he missed her every night, and eating anything else seemed tasteless.

“I know they’re pressuring you there, but Michael, some things can’t be forced.” Jake patted his shoulder, “You need to see clearly what’s in your heart.’

Michael’s eyes were dark, the hidden rage in them rising.

Jake knew when to stop, glanced at the time, and stood up.

“The arsonist has been arrested. Your people below are really efficient in checking these sorts of things. But the other side probably won’t let it go. You better watch out for your safety, I’m leaving first.”

He stubbed out the cigarette, put his hands in his pockets, and left.

After he left, the girls outside became bolder. Seeing Michael sitting there alone, they flocked over to strike up a conversation.

They had been watching him for a long time.

This man was too handsome, with a tall and straight nose, deep-set eyebrows

and eyes, and long, narrow black eyes that exuded a natural cold and sharp aura.

The man was dressed in black clothes and trousers, hidden in the corner like a dark god of the night. His obsidian-black eyes shimmered, exuding a dangerous air that attracted them like poppy flowers.

However, before they could get close, bodyguards hidden in the corner stopped them.

The assistant hurried over, “Mr. Gallagher, Miss Richardson is here.”

Michael’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.

As soon as the assistant finished speaking, Isabelle walked in.

A bright smile appeared on her well-behaved and delicate face.

“Michael.” She stuffed the small rose bouquet in her hand into Michael

Gallagher’s hand, “Congratulations.”

It was only then that Michael Gallagher noticed she had brought a bouquet of flowers.

He glanced at the flowers and casually played with them for a few moments: “What are you congratulating me for?”

“Congratulations on your divorce.”

Michael Gallagher’s hand stopped moving.

Isabelle Richardson bit her lower lip, her face innocent and harmless: “Three years, congratulations on your liberation, Michael, and the beginning of a new life.”

A few strands of blush appeared on her delicate, fair face.

A new life?

Michael Gallagher chuckled, the one who was relieved wasn’t him, but Molly

Walker.

“Thanks.’

Isabelle wanted to muster up the courage to ask him if he could marry her, but before she could even speak, Michael’s metallic voice rang out: “Isabelle, our wedding might… ‘

“Michael!” Isabelle hurriedly interrupted him, trembling all over, her lips turning pale, “You’ve had too much to drink today.”

Her eyes filled with tears of grievance, her hands clenched into fists on her chest, and she gasped for breath: “Too much wine can make you forgetful. We’ll talk about whatever you want tomorrow. I have a good news to tell you as well, so I’ll wait until you’ve rested before telling you.” “Michael, I want to marry you, not just for myself.”

She closed her eyes tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks.

For Michael’s sake, she could endure any hardship.

Seeing her emotional, Michael felt a headache coming on from the alcohol.

Isabelle was right; too much alcohol might cause forgetfulness.

Once they got in the car, Michael had already fallen into a drowsy sleep.

Isabelle stayed by his side, meticulously unbuttoning the collar of his shirt to make him more comfortable.

As she was halfway through, Michael suddenly grabbed her hand.

Isabelle was startled and was about to pull away when Michael’s deep eyes opened: “What are you up to this time?”

“Michael, I…

“l fell for your tricks once, I won’t do it again.”

Isabelle’s heart raced.

Just as she was about to apologize, Michael closed his eyes again and slept, holding her hand tightly against his chest.

Feeling his burning heartbeat, Isabelle’s thoughts began to flutter.

She looked at his handsome face, her hand slowly moving from his forehead to his nose, then to his lips…

“Michael, finally, you are mine and mine alone.”

She placed her face on his chest, slowly closing her eyes.

For those years, only she knew that Michael had been living in hell.

Molly Walker didn’t understand anything.

Only she truly understood Michael.

She would marry him and give him a lifetime of happiness.

When they arrived at the Gallagher family’s villa, Isabelle helped Michael into the room.

“You can go now, I’ll take care of him.”

The assistant, who had watched her “little maneuvers” all the way, hesitated to speak up.

How could he not trust Isabelle to take care of Mr. Gallagher?

Noticing the assistant still standing by the door, Isabelle’s childish and innocent eyes gradually turned sharp and vicious.

“What are you still doing here? Do you want to watch our live broadcast?” This blatant threat made the assistant’s face change immediately.

A live broadcast?

It’s over!

Mr.. Gallagher will be forced!