Hunting for His EX-Wife

“I won’t allow anything to happen to you again.”

Stefan tightened his arms around her body and quickened his pace.

Martha stared at him with misty eyes. Suddenly, she saw a picture frame falling down right above her and exclaimed.

Stefan sensed something wrong and looked up.

A burned picture frame suddenly fell. Stefan subconsciously dodged to avoid it hitting Martha in his arms.

The picture frame smashed at his arm. He let out a groan in pain and slightly tripped over.

After he finally carried Martha out of the exhibition hall, she lost consciousness due to the lack of oxygen.

…

After the long, dark night, the dawn broke the day.

Martha woke up at nine in the morning, feeling dizzy when she opened her eyes.

She closed her eyes to get used to it.

Bianca asked worriedly, “How are you feeling, Martha?”

Frowning, Martha slowly opened her eyes and saw Bianca next to the bed. “Bianca… Why are you here?”

Seeing her wake up, Bianca breathed a sigh of relief.

“Your assistant called me. Thanks to her, or I wouldn’t have known about this matter.”

“I’m well. Don’t worry.”

Martha forced a smile at Jane in another corner, trying to make the two rest assured.

However, as soon as Jane spoke, Martha’s smile froze.

“Miss Doyle, someone set the fire on purpose in the exhibition center last night.”

The two men in black appeared in Martha’s mind. She looked sullen.

“I heard some footsteps and went out of the art studio to check. I saw the arsonists and wanted to stop them, but they knocked me out.”

“The police are filtering the suspects now. Don’t worry, Miss Doyle. They’ll catch the arsonists definitely.”

Martha nodded after hearing her words. Then she thought of something and asked in confusion, “How did I get out of the fire?”

Jane replied softly, “Mr. Harrison saved you.”

The ward fell into silence.

Martha and Bianca exchanged a glance without speaking.

‘It was him for real.’

Martha never thought that the image she saw before she passed out yesterday would be true.

If Stefan hadn’t appeared, she would have died in the fire.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

“Please come in,” Martha answered.

The next second, Stefan walked into the ward.

Martha noticed his arm was bandaged. A weird look flashed into her eyes and vanished immediately.

After entering the ward, Stefan glanced at the three women before his gaze fell on Martha.

“I want to talk to you.”

Bianca and Jane exchanged a glance, stood up, and left the ward. Before leaving, Bianca reminded Martha to call her if she needed anything.

After Martha nodded, the two walked out.

Stefan stared at Martha, his eyes dark.

“How are you feeling now? Are you all right?”

Furrowing her brows slightly, Martha nodded her head.

Stefan exhaled in relief, still staring at her intensely.

“Someone set up the fire in the exhibition center on purpose. Have you seen the arsonists?”

Instead of answering his question, Martha shifted the subject. “Mr. Harrison, you called me and mentioned giving me the shares. Did you really mean it?”

Her words made Stefan frown.

He cared about her safety, but she immediately talked about the shares.

Stefan didn’t think it was the proper time to discuss such a matter, so he asked icily, “Do you understand the current situation?”

Martha lowered her eyes slightly and replied indifferently, “Mr. Harrison, thank you for saving me. The police will find the arsonists. I only want to know what you wanted to speak when calling me on the phone yesterday.”

Stefan frowned, his face dark and sullen.

However, Martha ignored it and continued, “Do you agree to sell the shares to me for real? What else do you want other than money?”

Stefan pressed his thin lips together. “Do you only care about the Doyle Group’s shares now?” his icy voice rang in the ward.

Martha looked into his eyes, her eyes dark.

“Or what? I don’t think there’s anything else to talk about with you.”

After a few seconds of silence, she added, “Right. We can also talk about the divorce.”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Stefan failed to hide the fury on his face. “Don’t you want the shares?”

He broke off before adding, “Move back to my house. Continue to be my wife. Those are my conditions.”

Martha was taken aback as she hadn’t expected him to give her such shameless conditions.

“No way, Stefan. I must divorce you and get back the Doyle Group’s shares.”

“That’s not an option,” Stefan refused icily, gazing at her without blinking.

Martha’s pupils constricted. Clenching her hands under the quilt, she glared at him in anger, “I don’t understand. Since I came back, you’ve been pestering me. Why?”

Stefan kept silent, but his eyes became as deep as pools.

Before he replied, Martha sneered while staring at him ironically.

“Don’t tell me you’ve fallen in love with me. I don’t buy it.”

‘Fall in love with her? How could it be possible?’

“You think too much,” he said icily, with anger in his eyes and an aura of power around him.

“I’ve made an offer. Think about it.”

Before Martha responded, Stefan turned away from the ward.

Glaring in the direction where he left, Martha bit her lip tightly.

‘You’ve become so despicable in the four years. You save me from the fire, but so what? You owed me a life once, and now you’re just repaying me.’