Chapter 315 He Was Inexplicably Like a Doormat

"What? What do you think I'm going to do?" Donahueiel raised his eyebrows and stared in anger, and the veins on his forehead bulged, "Janet, what do you think of me as you call me when you want me?" The two were so close that they could almost feel each other's breath, which was entangled and illusive. This indescribably ambiguous feeling made Janet irritated. She raised her head, looked at Donahueiel coldly, and said with a sneer, "of course my ex-husband." She stared closely into his eyes, "apart from this, Mr. Webster has no other identity in front of me!" "So Mr. Webster doesn't have to worry that I'll ruin your reputation and came here to check if I'm hanging out with other men." Donahueiel was stunned, with an indescribable pain surging from the bottom of his heart. Yeah, they were divorced... What was he doing? Taking advantage of his daze, Janet lift