My Ex-Husband Always Knew That I Had Cheated on Him
Chapter 142 Take Good Care of Him

Chapter 142: Chapter 142 Take Good Care of Him

Alexander Johnson surged forward like an arrow and pinned Chloe Simpson onto the sofa.

She was the one who came to him asking for a loan of a million, and she was the one who decided to move in here.

And now, after moving in, she shows this kind of attitude without giving even a single explanation!

No, there’s no need for an explanation!

Isn’t it obvious that she’s miserable because she left Lucas Hughes and moved in with him?

If this were Lucas Hughes’ apartment, she’d probably be so happy she’d laugh herself awake from her dreams.

This time, Alexander Johnson was truly enraged, his eyes bloodshot with an almost predatory fury.

Like a devil awakening in hell, he was terrifyingly frightening.

Perhaps due to the endless entanglement with Chloe during these past few days, the feelings he had buried for years had unwittingly begun to surface bit by bit.

"I didn’t, I..." Chloe hurried to explain.

She genuinely didn’t feel that way, because she had been discussing divorce with Lucas Hughes recently.

The emotions she felt now truly had nothing to do with moving in with Alexander Johnson.

But Alexander wasn’t interested in listening at all; before she could finish, he cut her off: "Do you think I’d believe you? Hmm?"

"Young Master Johnson, Lucas and I have already reached the point of divorce. I have no reason to lie to you. No matter whether you believe me or not, things aren’t as you imagine."

Chloe relayed the truth candidly.

But as soon as she spoke, her words added fuel to Alexander Johnson’s blazing fury.

"Fine! Then prove it to me! Since you claim you’ve reached the point of divorce with Lucas, and you moved here because of a million-dollar loan, then you’d better take care of me properly!"

After Alexander said that, he began to act on impulse.

"No... don’t..."

Chloe reached out to resist, but halfway through uttering the word "don’t," she swallowed the rest back into her throat.

Alexander wasn’t wrong—she had asked him for the million dollars and had willingly suggested moving in here.

So now, why was she acting so conflicted?

Hadn’t she already thought it through before she moved in?

Chloe let out a bitter laugh, lowered her hand, and lay there, surrendering to Alexander’s actions.

But the more she gave in, the more Alexander’s fury burned hot.

Her unwilling defiance and pained expression, her lifeless resistance—it was as if he were facing a dead fish, devoid of any reaction.

What did she take Alexander Johnson for?

The more she acted this way, the more determined he became to provoke a reaction from her.

She was going to submit willingly; she was going to lower her pride herself. He wanted to grind her dignity into the mud and crush her haughty demeanor entirely.

After all, she was the one who had chosen that mutt Lucas Hughes first!

These thoughts stirred a sudden gentleness in Alexander’s actions.

Chloe closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to face anything as she just wished for it all to end quickly.

Then she felt Alexander’s actions take a tender turn—he softly unfastened her buttons and eased her shirt aside.

The faint movements were so light, the collar of her shirt brushed against her skin with Alexander’s touch.

The repeated motion was like the sweep of a feather, itching and stirring something deep inside her.

Chloe couldn’t help but swallow hard, her body growing taut involuntarily.

Alexander observed closely, catching every subtle movement of hers.

The corners of his lips lifted in a slight smirk.

He had only unbuttoned her shirt, hadn’t even done anything yet, and already her body was reacting.

What more would happen as he proceeded?

Alexander’s gaze locked onto Chloe, then his fingers began sliding her clothing off.

When her shirt was completely removed, her heart pounded violently in her chest.

Yet beneath that, there was an unmistakable hint of anticipation.

No, no, this wasn’t right—it shouldn’t be this way!

Alexander’s constant provocations in the past could be explained as an uncontrollable reaction under those circumstances.

But now, Alexander hadn’t even done anything yet!

How could she possibly be reacting so strongly?

She was simply too nervous, that was all.

Chloe clenched her fists tightly, trying to suppress the restless emotions brewing within her.

But the harder she tried, the more her blood rushed through her veins, igniting a heat that began to consume her body.