Chapter 237

I glared at Ronald Wright and snapped back, “Ex-wife, get it right!” “Still counts as ex-wife,” he nodded calmly, not taking the bait. “Sit down, I’ll help you clean up.” He sounded way too chill, like everything was under control. It made me seriously start to wonder if something went off the rails the day we signed the divorce papers. But come on, that can’t be it, right? We already got the divorce certificate—what, the Civil Affairs Bureau handing out fake ones now? Ronald didn’t wait for me to reply. He reached out to grab my arm, and I jerked away immediately. “I can take care of it in my room, just let me go.” Apparently done being nice, he suddenly grabbed my wrist and shoved me down onto the sofa. I was about to put up a fight, but he said in a low, even tone, “The door’s got a password lock. You won’t get out. If you don’t want me to lose my temper, stop pushing. I promise I won’t touch you.” Then his eyes darkened, “But if you keep provoking me, I’ll take it as you trying to