Hunting for His EX-Wife

Was he out of his mind? Martha glared at him but Stefan didn’t intend to stop the car. Then she might just as well stop talking and turn around to look out the window. Out of sight, out of mind.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at the gate of the Harrison Villa.

Martha saw this familiar villa and felt like crying.

It had been four years, but it looked exactly the same, as if she had never left. But she never belonged here.

Stefan opened the door before Martha could give it a second thought.

Right after that, he bent down to carry her up in his arms and walked up to the villa.

“Damn it! Stefan, you’re going too far!”

Martha punched his chest angrily and no longer felt sentimental. But Stefan just held her more tightly and couldn’t help walking faster.

The servants were all glued to the spot after they saw the woman in his arms, and exchanged confused glances.

Was that Miss Martha Doyle? Miss Doyle was still alive? The point was why Mr. Harrison suddenly carried Miss Doyle back home?

Martha kept struggling but Stefan just told her in a deep and hoarse voice, “Be good.”

Martha pretended she hadn’t heard it and struggled harder and harder.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Right after she finished speaking, Stefan carried her to the door of the room where she used to live.

Martha was stunned with her eyes wide open. Surprisingly, he still kept it.

Stefan put Martha down. Martha looked around the room and couldn’t help shedding tears.

She had a failed marriage here.

She had been insulted by the man she loved here.

But all was gone.

She clenched her hands unconsciously and tried hard to look calm and cool.

“Mr. Harrison, please behave yourself.”

Saying it, she turned around instantly and walked towards the door.

But the next second, she was carried up again and thrown onto the bed before she could realize it.

Martha felt a little dizzy and panic, and heard Stefan’s cold and bossy voice again, “No running. Stay here till you fully recover.”

Martha was shocked, then put on an ironic smile, “You must be kidding me, Mr. Harrison. I don’t live here. I’m Martha Doyle. I should go back to my home, the Doyle Manor.” Martha snorted and stared at him coldly.

Stefan narrowed his eyes and said lightly, “This is your home.”

They hadn’t got a divorce yet. So, she was still part of the Harrison family.

Thinking of it, Stefan took a few steps forward and stood by the bed.

Martha pulled a long face and said toughly, “What the hell do you want?”

Stefan said nothing in response. The room was in dead silence.

He lowered his eyes to hide his feelings. A while later, Stefan said in a low voice, “Martha, I’ve misunderstood you. I…”

“Mr. Harrison, are you out of your mind?”

Martha sat up with her hands, interrupted him and said with a cold smile, “Oh, I can’t believe my ears! The very proud and superior Mr. Harrison is apologizing to a slut, who slept around?”

He insulted her with those mean words. And at this time, she would give them back to him!

Hearing it, Stefan was frozen.

“Martha, it was…”Stefan began talking bitterly, sounding like there was a lump in the throat. He’d got a lot to tell her but he just couldn’t speak it out.

“You don’t have to be guilty. I’ve been used to it.” Martha snorted and added, “How could you be wrong, Mr. Harrison? It was all my fault.”

Stefan looked really bad.

“You…”

He took Martha’s hand and tried saying something, but Martha cut in coldly again. “Just sign the divorce paper if you really think you’ve been a jerk. Maybe I’ll thank you for that.”This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Stefan trembled a little, loosened his hand slightly and said nothing with his lips pursed.

Martha frowned and took her hand back decisively.

She disdained to have the man, who didn’t feel guilt and regret until she was extremely disappointed with him.

Martha understood that she couldn’t negotiate with him right now. So, she just tidied up her clothes and jumped off the bed.

“I don’t see the point of staying here again now that we can’t negotiate it.”

“You’re not going anywhere. You must stay here during this period of time.”

Stefan stared intensely at the woman in front of him.

Martha saw his face and couldn’t help smiling lightly and indifferently.

“Why?”

Stefan hadn’t come up with any excuses, but Martha taunted him first, “Mr. Harrison, I gotta go if there’s nothing else.”

Saying it, she turned and went towards the door.

Stefan saw her insisting leaving, took a deep breath and said deeply, “Three months.”

Martha paused her steps and looked back at the man confusedly.

“Stay here for three months.”

Martha frowned and turned back, looking him into his dark and deep eyes and wondering why he wanted her to stay there for three months.

But, she didn’t want to live under the same roof with him, not at all.

Martha paused and said with a smile, “What’s that supposed to mean? Is that a give-and-take condition? You’ll be ready to sign the divorce paper in three months?”

Stefan got more and more upset.

How come she cared about the stupid divorce paper only?

“That’s all I want. Or, nothing.” Martha said coldly.

Indeed, she’d seen the terrible look on his face, but she didn’t give a damn.

She looked around and frowned tightly. She didn’t want to stay here for one more second, not to mention three months.

Stefan could tell she was impatient, and pursed his lips hard.

Quite a moment later, he said with a heavy voice, “Didn’t you want the shares of the Doyle Group?”

Hearing this, Martha paused her steps.

The shares of the Doyle Group? Why did he suddenly mention the shares of the Doyle Group??

She had no idea why he suddenly compromised to talk about the shares of the Doyle Group, but without doubt, she had to make a deal with him if she wanted to get the shares back.

It was a now-or-never chance, and she knew she couldn’t blow it.

Martha thought it over again and again, but she just spoke like she was doing business with him.

“OK, Mr. Harrison. At what price are you gonna sell me the shares of the Doyle Group?”

“I’m not selling it. I’m giving it to you.” Stefan stared at her with his gloomy and deep eyes.

Martha was stunned and said, “Mr. Harrison, we should keep it professional.”

Martha narrowed her eyes a little and began guessing what Stefan was gonna say.

By no means would she believe Stefan had suddenly become so kind-hearted as to give her stock rights of the Doyle Group for free.

Thus, she preferred to buy them in case something went wrong.

After all, she could afford it since she was well-known and rich as Sunnay.

Martha narrowed her eyes slightly, turned around indifferently and tried to calm herself.

The next second, she said in a distant and cold voice as usual, “Mr. Harrison, at what price do you want to sell the shares of the Doyle Group? Just name the price.”

Hearing it, Stefan felt his heart breaking into pieces, which hurt a lot. He looked at her cold and ruthless eyes.

There was only hate in her eyes, and her affection for him had long dissipated.

This realization really broke his heart.