Runaway Wife: Please, Have Another Baby!
Chapter 86 - 87: Come to My Room Tonight (7)

Chapter 86: Chapter 87: Come to My Room Tonight (7)

Indeed, there’s always a flaw in even the most careful plans.

Gan Yuan had thought herself to be careful enough, yet she had not expected Huangfu Jue to spot the loophole in such minor details.

It seemed that the night he had purposely asked Gan Tang to pass the message about him waiting in the study was nothing but a test.

This man, with his intricate mind, even she had to admit she was impressed.

Feeling a wave of emotion, she simply stood there quietly, saying nothing, knowing that lying in front of a smart person would only backfire.

He thought she would panic, thought she would keep making excuses...

But she did not.

The woman in front of him just looked at him calmly through those damned plain glasses, and in her eyes... there was actually a hint of resentment.

It had been she who left without a word, so why did it feel like he was the one at fault?!

"Why don’t you say anything?" he roared angrily.

Gan Yuan took a deep breath and spoke indifferently.

"What do you want me to say? Just because I slept with you for one night, I should be responsible for you? I’ve slept with men for so many years; if every one of them required me to take responsibility, how could I possibly do so?" She pushed his hands apart with her own and stretched out her right hand in front of him, her face calm, "Give me the passport. Tomorrow I want to take Xiaotang back to our country. There are some things at the hotel I need to handle."

Huangfu Jue squinted, watching her eyes, his blue irises concealed an undeniable rage.

"So... everything six years ago was just an act, wasn’t it?"

Gan Yuan knew the next sentence would hurt him deeply.

She hesitated, but in the end, she clenched her teeth and said with a smile,

"Otherwise, what? Did you really think it was love at first sight for me?" She bit her teeth, her tone growing more frivolous, "I just wanted to prove that the man known for being cold and indifferent to women was nothing special. With a little trick, you’d become a slave under my skirt! I didn’t expect you to take it seriously..." She mocked, lifting her chin and raising a finger to frivolously caress his face, "Huangfu Jue, you didn’t really fall in love with me, did you?"

Huangfu Jue’s fists tightened bit by bit, and because of the excessive force, his knuckles crackled.

Hearing the last sentence, he couldn’t bear it any longer and suddenly raised his right hand.

The whoosh of his palm stirred her hair as she tilted her face up, waiting for his strike.

Hit me!

This slap was what she owed him.

The man’s hand, carrying the wind, his fury, and his disappointment, swung down from mid-air.

Gan Yuan lifted her face, waiting unflinchingly for his slap.

The cold wind hit her face, fluttering her hair...

The slap never landed; instead, it stopped abruptly, only five centimeters away from her face.

His pale fingers clenched one by one until only the index finger pointed in the direction of the exit.

"Get out!"

He bellowed.

Gan Yuan turned around and headed for the exit.

Bang!

Behind her, Huangfu Jue kicked the coffee table.

The candlestick flew off, the liquor and the glasses went flying... Clattering and crashing to the floor. Shards flew towards Gan Yuan, who paid no mind and kept walking at an even pace.

When she reached the exit of the terrace garden and turned the corner, she quietly looked back in his direction.

The ground was in disarray, white candles drowning in spilled liquor, flickering as they struggled to stay lit, casting a wavering light upon the man’s silhouette.

The man stood under a tree, a solitary figure.

Her heart clenched, her upper teeth biting her lip, she clenched her fists and hurried downstairs.

Huangfu Jue, I’m sorry!