Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 77: You’re Lying to Me

The burning pain on his forehead seemed to remind him of something.

Ian’s voice was icy, "Changed your mind?"

Vera detected his mood and probing, her heart was in a battle of weighing options, she touched her abdomen, and gave a bitter smile, "It’s just unfortunate, when I went to the restroom at the party, I discovered I’ve started my period."

He was sensitive and suspicious, meticulous in his thinking, before when she caught him cheating, he should have already noticed, then continuously concealed and reversed the situation, keeping her in the dark.

Now, he’s doubting again.

Ian’s expression grew darker, merging with the dim lighting, his tone got even colder, "Mrs. Kane, your period is still a week away."

Vera was secretly startled, not expecting him to remember so clearly.

"This month it came early again, probably due to long-term insomnia and the last incident where I was drugged and stimulated, causing hormonal imbalance." Her tone was casual, deliberately revealing bitterness.

Ian frowned, examining her from head to toe.

Vera looked directly at his brows and eyes, her gaze was melancholy, but her lips curled into a smile, "Let’s try for a boy first, and in a couple of years for a sister, the brother can protect the sister, what do you think?"

The man’s expression softened slightly, his eyes flickering.

He opened a software he designed on his phone, noting down the start date of her period.

Ian didn’t understand love, but he was good at learning and imitating.

When pursuing Vera, he learned from forums that a qualified boyfriend should remember his girlfriend’s period.

When she wasn’t his girlfriend yet, he would personally brew brown sugar ginger tea before her period, put it in a thermos, and deliver it to her dance troupe.

Now, all these seemed calculated to Vera.

"You decide, as long as it’s yours, I want it all." Ian looked at her, his voice deep and gentle.

As he spoke, he grabbed a throw pillow and placed it on her abdomen.

In the darkness, Vera smiled, "Thank you, husband."

She finally let out a sigh of relief.

Returning home, after taking a shower, she comfortably lay in bed and video chatted with Maeve.

"This guy Ian Kane wants to exploit your reproductive value and tie you down tighter." Maeve was indignant to hear that Ian Kane was eager to do IVF.

Vera, "The period lasts at least five days, and we have to wait for the ovulation period to do IVF, there’s not much time left in the cooling-off period, he won’t get his way."

"The video I recorded is my trump card, if he refuses to process the divorce papers by the end of the cooling-off period, I will threaten to expose him with the video and ruin him."

Vera spoke of her plan, a sense of sorrow surging within her.

"This is the fastest way to get a divorce, there are only a few days left." She was a bit emotional, a tear welled up in the corner of her eye.

Maeve clapped for her determined demeanor, "You’re amazing! Get away from him soon, he treats you like a blood package, in fate, they say he suppresses you!"

Generally, a blood package being manipulated by an NPD partner only gives up completely after seven truths.

"Don’t be sad, he’s not worth it."

Vera smiled, "What about you, what did the check-up say?"

Maeve took a bite of an apple, "My hormones are a bit off, caused by taking birth control pills, but nothing serious."

Her mind couldn’t help but recall that night, filled with a vivid and alluring scene.

Got to say, the figure of the second young master of the Hawthorne family was exceptional.

She didn’t lose out.

"Girl, get divorced quickly and look for a second spring, you haven’t even enjoyed life fully." Maeve teased Vera.

She used to have a fear of intimacy, and this girlfriend never spoke of anything risqué in front of her.

Vera, "What’s enjoying life mean?"

Maeve, "Pfft..."

In the video, the beauty had long straight black hair parted in the middle, wearing a pearl white silk slip dress, with a cool and stunning face, as pure as the Little Dragon Maiden.

Giving a sense of taboo.

The more taboo, the more tempting.

Maeve, a woman, couldn’t help but have fantasies about her.

Vera, realizing her implication a bit late, rolled her eyes at her, "What second spring, not interested."

Saying so, her gaze dimmed.

Ian used six years of deep affection to make her believe in love, and in the end—

At this moment, a phone call came to Vera’s phone.

It was Noah.

She was startled and then answered, "Brother."

At that time, The Grant Family’s old house in Ardendale.

This was a western-style mansion built in the Republic of China era, under the moonlight, with red bricks and gray tiles.

Noah had just finished his shower, only wearing a dark silk robe, holding a phone to his ear, "Saw Ian taking your phone tonight."

"Did he find out?" His magnetic voice had a gritty texture.

The V-neck collar, at the opening, revealed his rugged, blocky muscles.

A water droplet slid down, tracing a sexy muscular arc along the center.

From the other end, her soft voice came, "No, I backed it up, it’s not saved on the phone."

Noah’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, leaning against the window, he lit a Golden Leaf cigarette that wouldn’t irritate the lungs.

The robe reached his knees, showing well-built calves covered with dense hair.

Full of wildness, bursting with hormones, it contrasted with his scholarly and mature demeanor in the daylight.

Gray smoke curled between his slender fingers, his eyes in the smoky haze held a trace of gentleness, "Alright, if you need any help, feel free to contact me."

Vera stood by the window, listening to his words, reluctant to refuse his kindness, "Mm, if I need anything, I’ll trouble you."

Again with the word "trouble."

There was a trace of helplessness between Noah’s brows, he chuckled, "Alright."

Hanging up the phone, Vera got into bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Since discovering Ian’s true nature, she hadn’t suffered from insomnia.

In her dreams, she fell into a warm, dry embrace, filled with a sense of security, her body felt a faint, unfamiliar thrill.

She woke from the enchanting dream.

Just opened her eyes, and met the cold, deep, handsome face of a man, a sharp chin, with a new layer of dull stubble.

The face belonged to Ian.

Vera’s back of the neck shrank, "Hu-husband... morning!"

Ian propped his hands on either side of her body, his bloodshot eyes staring unblinkingly at her, with a faint smile, his gaze emitted coldness.

"Darling, you said you got your period, hmm?"

An indifferent tone, full of pressure.

Vera panicked for a moment, her hand under the covers gripping the sheets tightly.

He found out she hadn’t gotten her period!