After Rebirth, I Replaced My Ex-Husband's True Love-Chapter 121: A Forceful Kiss After Drinking

I shook off Henry Preston’s hand and looked at him coldly, "This has nothing to do with you. You should take care of your little lover. If you keep chasing after me like this, watch out, she might end up crying."

Henry glanced in Azure Vaughn’s direction but didn’t go back.

Dylan Dawson saw this, pulled me behind him, and warned coldly, "Henry Preston, get this straight, you’re divorced from her. There’s no relation between you two. What right do you have to question her? Whoever she’s with is none of your business."

"Even if I insist on getting involved, what can you do about it?" Henry’s words carried a hint of provocation.

I remembered the argument we had during the New Year, and in the end, I was the one who got hurt.

I don’t want to be the fool once more.

"Henry, Dylan’s right, there’s nothing between us anymore. I don’t want any further involvement with you. Let’s leave it at that." After saying this, I pulled Dylan Dawson away.

Dylan’s car was not far off. After having lunch in his car, I patted my belly in satisfaction.

I thanked Dylan for earlier. After all, he had saved me face; otherwise, it’d be quite embarrassing for me as a former wife.

"Haha, no problem, I’m happy to do it." Dylan took the empty lunch box and said gently, "Rest in the car for a while before going back to work."

I reclined the passenger seat as far back as it could go, set an alarm, and started to rest there, "I really feel like taking a nap."

"Okay," Dylan responded.

Thanks to the pregnancy, I fell asleep incredibly quickly, and I wondered if I’d give birth to a chubby little eater and sleeper.

Half an hour later, the alarm rang on time. I groggily got up, stretched, and noticed Dylan had also fallen asleep nearby.

I quietly opened the car door and slipped out, closing it gently.

Passing by the red BMW, I took a second glance, wondering if Azure had accepted it.

"It’s clear that Henry dotes on her a lot." In the afternoon at work, Fern Tate, sitting next to me, said this out of nowhere.

I didn’t answer, just kept doing my work.

"I heard you chased after Henry for five years before marrying him. Why are you willingly divorcing now?" Fern asked again.

"Don’t you know Henry Preston? Why don’t you go ask him?" I replied impatiently, "It’s work time now, and I don’t want to discuss personal matters."

Fern’s expression changed slightly, eyes a bit cold, but she said no more.

After work, I drove to the supermarket, bought some fruits, and hurried home.

The neighborhood was somewhat dark tonight. I asked the housing management and found out some lines needed repairs, but it wouldn’t affect home electricity. Carrying the fruits and looking at the out-of-service elevator, I helplessly opted for the stairs.

The motion-activated lights in the stairs still worked, so I slowly climbed up.

On reaching the second floor, I suddenly saw a figure standing there. Before I could see who it was, the motion light went out, plunging the surroundings into darkness.

My heart skipped a beat. Just as I was about to make a noise to trigger the light, someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me into an embrace.

"Ah!" I screamed, and the light instantly flicked back on.

"Zoe Hathaway, it’s me." Henry Preston held a hand over my mouth, a hint of fatigue in his eyes.

He reeked of alcohol, suggesting he’d had quite a bit to drink.

My heart was still pounding wildly, trying to calm down. Seeing that it was Henry, I angrily chucked the fruits in my hand at him, cursing, "Henry, are you trying to kill me? Are you trying to scare me to death?!"

Henry let me throw the fruits at him, and the bag tore open, sending fruits tumbling down the stairs.

After exhausting all the fruits, I prepared to hit him with my hands. Just as I was raising them, Henry captured my wrists.

"You!" I was furious, immediately using my other hand to hit.

He remained silent, eyes dark as he watched me, effortlessly pinning both my hands and pressing me against the wall.

With my hands crossed above my head and no room to resist, this humiliating pose made the blood rush to my face!

"Are you crazy? If you’re drunk, go find Azure, and leave me alone!" I was annoyed and twisted my body, trying to find a way to break free.

"Yes, it takes me being drunk to think about you like this." Henry actually chuckled, his voice a bit hoarse, alcohol-laced breath spilling over the space, and the next second, he boldly sealed my lips.

Drunk, Henry was like a beast. The kiss was aggressive, devouring my lips. If I carelessly opened my mouth a bit, he would catch that slight gap and pry it open.

I was dizzy from the kiss, the lack of oxygen bringing a strange yet familiar sensation. Considering my physique, fighting Henry off was a joke.

I hadn’t had dinner yet and was hungry. After Henry’s ambush, my legs weakened slightly, but strong arms immediately circled my waist, supporting me upwards until I was on my tip-toes.

With Henry holding me, my hands got free. Knowing I couldn’t push him away, I simply reached for his neck and scratched hard!

Henry grunted, scratches marking his neck with a few red lines.

"Let go of me! This is a crime!" Taking advantage of him releasing me slightly, I warned calmly yet firmly, "I’ll call the police."

Henry touched the scratched spot, and red traces appeared on his fingertips.

He frowned and asked, "Zoe Hathaway, are you a cat?"

"If I’m a cat, then you’re a dog." I smoothed my slightly tousled hair, took a deep breath, "How does this make it fair to Azure, Henry? We’re divorced, and yet you run around saying you miss me? It’s ridiculous!"

At that moment, the motion light went out again, leaving only our unsteady breathing in the darkness.

"I never wanted the divorce," Henry’s voice broke the dark silence.

"If you don’t love me, don’t waste my time, Henry. I gave you ten years to love me, and I didn’t succeed, did I?" My heart hadn’t settled from the panic, pounding at my throat, almost unable to calm down.

Henry added, "I told you, give me some time, and I’ll sort out things with Azure, but you just don’t want to trust me anymore."

"You won’t be able to handle it, Henry. You’re overestimating yourself. It’s not that you’re heartless, you’re just heartless to me, while Winter Tate and Azure Vaughn are your real romantic focus. You’ll never be able to ignore them, nor respond to my feelings wholeheartedly. I don’t want to make things too ugly just to keep ten years of emotions from ending so disgracefully. Spare yourself and me."

The long-buried sadness, buried within me, resurfaced briefly.

How could I talk about the most beautiful decade of my life without any stirring in my heart?