The Most Loving Marriage: Don't Be Too Bad, Mr President

“President of LK Corporation Alistair Mu caught in a romantic affair with young debuting model Mechan Huang. Photos of their intimate moments were captured while they spent a sweet night on a 300million yatch…”

Social media were bombarded with this explosive news and gossips were spreading like wild fire in A city.

A young lady sat silently on a Cambridge settee. She was wearing an ash blue uniform and her hair in a pleasant French twist. There was just something captivating about her eyes, one would say it is as dreamy as the sunset yet as serene as the morning dew. Even her still expression was mesmerising.

The exquisite young lady remained emotionless learning of this news.

The housemaid, Mrs Li stood beside anxiously, greatly concern with the lady’s afterthought.

“They have been married over a year. Yet the young master was never home. And oh dear! All these scandals from time to time…” Mrs Li thought to herself, she just couldn’t help but worry.

“Young lady, it Alistair st be those wicked paparazzi, please don’t trust sources like this…” Mrs Li tried her best to console the young lady.

However, regarding the validity of the news, Annabelle had it clear as a bell.

She did not say anything in response. With a faint smile, she lifted up her phone and dialled the familiar digits.

At once, the call was picked up.

“Hello,” A cold, deep voice emitted from the other end.

“It’s me.” Annabelle answered unhurriedly.

“What do you want from me?!” The owner of the charismatic voice growled in agitation.

“Are you coming home tonight? I wish to speak to you.” Annabelle replied.

“Spill it through the call. I absolutely, truly, genuinely do not want to see your face. It makes me sick.” Alistair said. His harsh words were insolent and purposeful.

Recalling Annabelle’s appearance that day made his skin crawl.

Upon his unmannered words, Annabelle tightened her grip, “But we are married!” She said. Her tone suggested a simmering vexation.

“ Annabelle! Be warned. Do not spew the marriage nonsense to me, this is all just a sham! Just thinking of your looks makes me sick. How I wish to divorce you!” Alistair yelled furiously.

A divorce?

“Alistair, throughout this marriage I have been faithful and up to mark. Nor did I ever wrong you. What in the world are your excuses to divorce me!?” Annabelle retaliated in rage.

“Simply because you disgust me.” Alistair replied, slow and clear.

“You… Fine! Let’s divorce then.” Annabelle responded.

These words stunned Alistair temporarily from the other end of the call：“You finally got it!?” He asked in exhilaration.

“You asked for it, you will be the one who pays the devil. However, do not mess with the Xia Group!”

“Absolutely, if that makes you sign the papers!” Alistair promised hurriedly, everything else was irrelevant compared to this dreadful marriage.

“I will sign it. Make sure you honour your words!”

“No problem!”

*silent beep*

And the call ended.

Their conversation was burdening for Mrs Li. She hesitantly approached Annabelle and asked, “My lady, a divorce… really?”

Annabelle turned her head towards her, her eyes sparkled with determination. “This is for the best. For him and for me.”

“How about the master and madam…?” Mrs Li muttered.

“That would be his problem.” Annabelle replied courteously.

Soon after, Annabelle decided to head upstairs. As she walked pass the dining table and saw the meticulously arranged food platters, she felt apologetic and called out to Mrs Li, “Aunty, sorry but please kindly dispose of the dinner.”

“Are you not going to eat anything?” Mrs Li asked in surprise.

“It’s alright. I don’t have the appetite now.” Annabelle told her and walked upstairs.

She carefully drew out the divorce agreement prepared by Alistair earlier on and put her signature on it.

As she looked through the lines prudently, a genuine smile blossomed on her face.

“Alistair , today I pull you out like a tooth that aches and throw you away. From now onwards, we walk our separate ways!”