My Quick-witted Baby (Arabella and Kenneth)

Chapter 388

Arabella didn't know why he suddenly mentioned this matter. She was not stupid. Since Tyrone had

taken off her today, she knew he liked her.

She curled her slender fingers and shook her head, "I don't know..."

Kenneth interrupted, "Let me tell you! Tyrone likes you. He fell in love with you at first sight in Faykarta

City two years ago. He came to Hardgrad for you and had looked for you for a year. Now, you know."

Arabella turned to look at him and asked, "Why did you tell me such things? I don't like him!"

Kenneth looked ahead in silence, and the Rolls-Royce Phantom was smoothly running. He was

exceptionally silent and abnormal tonight.

...

After returning to Floweret Garden and entering the bedroom, Kenneth said in a deep voice, "Go take a

shower."

"Mr. Lucero, I..."

Kenneth glanced at her and said, "We'll talk after you take a shower." Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

His attitude was as aggressive and domineering as ever.

Arabella picked up her pajamas, went into the bathroom, and took a shower as fast as she could.

When she walked out, Kenneth was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. He was tall and had long

legs. Now, he was wearing black trousers and a handmade black shirt, looking handsome and mature.

With one hand in his trouser pocket, he was holding a cigarette between two slender fingers. The

smoke blurred his handsome face, so she could only vaguely see his well-defined jaw and furrowed

brows.

She walked over, tightly hugged him from behind, and said, "Mr. Lucero, there is nothing between

Tyrone and me. I can explain..."

Kenneth interrupted, "Are you tired?"

"What?"

Kenneth didn't turn around. He puffed at the cigarette, spit out the smoke, and said, "Are you tired from

being with me? You have to think about how to coax me every day. And you're afraid of angering me

because I often lose my temper. You're trying to heal me and make me better. But I always ask you to

explain. Aren't you tired of those things?"

Arabella shook her head, "I'm not tired at all!"

"You're not tired, but I'm tired of hearing your explanations. Arabella, let's get a divorce."

Divorce!

His words exploded in her mind, so she let go of him and froze in place.

Kenneth turned around, looked at her pale face with his deep and narrow eyes, and continued, "I'm not

joking this time. Let's get a divorce. I will let my lawyer draft the divorce agreement. You will get the

property you deserve. I hope you can sign it as soon as possible."

Arabella blankly stared at his handsome face. It took a few seconds before she confirmed he was

serious about the divorce.

But...

"Why? Why are we getting a divorce?"

She didn't understand why he wanted to divorce her.