Chapter 131 Regrets About the Divorce

Yvette's face remained calm. It was as if the fleeting brush of intimacy just now was nothing more than a passing breeze that was gone in an instant. "Owen, you're so strange. You're all smiles when you talk to other people, but the second it's me, you're all stiff and serious. Am I really that unbearable to you?" I stared at her, wide-eyed, nearly biting my tongue in shock. "Are you blind, or just pretending? It's not just that I dislike you—I might as well tattoo 'Stay away from me' on my face! Would that be clear enough for you?" Before I could even finish my rant, Yvette's hand shot out like lightning. She grabbed my cheeks and squished them mercilessly. "Zip it," she snapped, twisting my face like she was kneading dough. "If you've got nothing nice to say, keep it to yourself. I'll just pretend I didn't hear it." I glared at her, flailing my arms as I tried to free myself. In the end, she let go just as suddenly as she had grabbed me and stepped back. Seriously? She was the