After Rebirth, I Replaced My Ex-Husband's True Love-Chapter 122: Impulsive Brawl

Just as Sherman Hathaway and I were at an impasse, a figure appeared at the top of the stairs—it was Dylan Dawson.

Once Dylan saw us, he quickly rushed down and punched Sherman in the face.

"Bastard!" he cursed angrily.

Scattered fruit and my disheveled hair were enough to conjure some unsavory images for anyone who saw.

Unexpectedly, Sherman didn’t fight back. Sitting on the ground, he touched his bleeding lip and then got up again.

He didn’t even glance at Dylan, but stared at me instead. "He hit me on your behalf, that’s why I didn’t retaliate."

I gave a bitter smile, "Why bother?"

"You once told me, ’Love knows no reason, it just grows deep.’ Now I think I understand a bit." Sherman’s short hair was also slightly messy, with the ends covering one side of his face, hiding his emotions.

"Who are you disgusting?!" Dylan was also angry and shouted, "Save that bullshit sweet talk for your girlfriend, alright? Be a man and take responsibility for your choices!"

Finally, Sherman looked at Dylan, his gaze full of indifference, "Why are you here?"

"You’re staying at her place?" He pointed at me, his eyes carrying a hint of danger.

Dylan spoke, "Yeah, so what? You—"

I knew he wanted to provoke Sherman on my behalf. As men, they both understand the possessiveness thing.

But I stopped him, "He’s just staying for a few days. If you’re free, please leave. Your time is precious, don’t waste it here. Goodbye."

Then I pulled Dylan up to the third floor and returned home, closing the door.

"Zoe, can’t you let go of him?" Dylan sat down, his eyes somewhat crestfallen.

"It’s not about letting go or not. I’m divorced from him; there’s no need for these conflicts anymore. If either he or you were hurt, I’d be to blame." I rubbed my aching temples.

Sherman can be bad-tempered, and things could get ugly. I don’t want to deal with that.

While fretting, I suddenly caught the scent of fish, which made me nauseous. I rushed to the bathroom.

A minute later, Dylan’s worried voice came from outside, "Zoe, are you okay?"

"I...I’m fine...Ugh!" I couldn’t utter a full sentence until I finished throwing up and barely stood to open the door.

I asked, "Dylan, were you cooking fish?"

Dylan’s face was tense, and he nodded, "I made fish soup. You...can’t stand the fish smell?"

I was silent.

As I washed my hands, Dylan stood beside me, staring intently. He finally spoke again, "Zoe, are you pregnant?"

I froze, trying to figure out why Crystal Dawson wanted to set me up like this. Living together makes it easiest for someone to discover a pregnancy.

Ten minutes later, Dylan and I sat on the sofa in silence. His brows were tightly knit and hadn’t relaxed.

After a long time, he asked, "Have you really decided to be a single mom? Not telling Sherman?"

"I want this child, but not the marriage." I sighed, "Dylan, help me keep it a secret, including from Crystal. She’s married to Silas Lockwood, and I fear it’ll reach Sherman’s ears."

"No way!" Dylan suddenly got worked up. He quickly stood, strode to the entrance, opened the door, and rushed out.

I was startled and quickly chased after him.

To my surprise, Sherman was still downstairs, smoking by his car, not having left.

Just when I reached downstairs, I saw Dylan rush up again and land another punch on Sherman’s face, the surge of anger making my heart jolt.

"Are you fucking addicted to hitting?!" Sherman got pissed too, dropping his cigarette and, after cursing, unceremoniously kicked Dylan in return.

"What right do you have to hurt her?! Just because she loves you? She loved you for ten years, and now you continue to harm her even after the divorce, you bastard!" Dylan, after being kicked, refused to back down, and charged forward to grab Sherman’s collar, "I shouldn’t have chickened out back then; I should have crashed the wedding!"

Sherman flung Dylan’s hand away, holding back his anger, "Would crashing the wedding even help? She wouldn’t leave with you, not before and not now. Damn!"

My head was spinning; with two grown men fighting, I hesitated to intervene. This isn’t like before; previously I’d just fall, but now there’s a child inside me, and if something goes wrong, it’ll be troublesome.

"Then why didn’t you cherish her?! Do you even know that she—" Dylan almost revealed it.

Summoning my courage, I rushed over and wrapped my arms around Dylan’s waist, "I don’t love him anymore, really!!"

As soon as the words left my mouth, silence reigned.

Dylan looked down at me, filled with concern and lingering anger, while Sherman’s gaze was unexpectedly calm, as if he had seen this coming.

"Sherman, just go already!" I stopped looking at Sherman.

I heard the sound of Sherman getting into his car behind me, slamming the door heavily, as if to vent the anger pent up within his heart with a single motion.

A moment later, Dylan spoke, "He left."

"You must keep it a secret for me." I released Dylan’s waist, choosing not to fuss over his earlier impulsiveness, and spoke seriously, "If you don’t want me tangled up with him again because of the child, keep it a secret, from everyone."

After pacing back and forth with frustration, Dylan agreed, "I know."

I breathed a sigh of relief and managed a smile, "Alright, let’s head back; it’s late, and I have work tomorrow."

With that, I was the first to head upstairs.

The events of tonight exhausted me. Remembering Sherman’s kiss, that crazy fierce sensation, like I was his missed love, and yet earlier today he’d gifted a car to Azure Vaughn, letting her snuggle in his arms, embrace his waist.

I understood. It’s because my sudden lack of love for him, and our divorce, was something he couldn’t swallow, causing his emotions to blur.

He mistook possessiveness for affection.

I comforted myself with this notion until I managed to fall asleep in the wee hours.

The next day, with panda eyes, I went to work. My sluggish state was noticed by Sherman Hathaway, who called me into his office.

"Didn’t sleep well?" he asked.

"Yeah, had some stuff going on last night, was up late." I admitted honestly.

Sherman shook his head helplessly, "Avoid staying up late. Anyway, there’s something to discuss."

"Linda has requested a transfer to the marketing department, so her expansion department tasks will be handed over to you. You’ll be taking over her position, alright? Can you manage?"

Fern Tate’s position and salary were understandably higher than mine.

I was taken aback, "Why did she suddenly request a transfer to the marketing department?"

"She mainly wants to try her hand at online marketing work, having tired of running channel companies. She sees it as a way to challenge herself." Sherman replied.

But I had already guessed Fern’s real reason—it was likely to get closer to Azure, the young girl who resembles her sister.