I Was Never Yours

"That b * tch, just go and play her..."

As she opened that voice mail, a cold and cruel voice sounded, piercing Mo Xia's heart like a needle. She turned off the computer with trembling hands and remained silent for a long time before picking up her phone.

Unsurprisingly, a feminine voice sounded from the other end of the phone.

"If I don't see him later, I can't guarantee what I will say to grandfather." Mo Xia looked at the corner of the USB flash disk in the envelope and said to the feminine voice on the phone.

Her words were still as calm as ever, but her sorrowful tears fell on the floor one after another.

As usual, Mo Xia walked into the kitchen and began to cook his favorite dishes. Although he had never touched them before, she had been in this habit for more than three hundred days.

Today was the last time, so she put in a lot of effort.

When the bowl of soup was brought to the table, the door was kicked open. She was stunned and the pungent smell of alcohol came from behind her.

He's been drinking again. If he comes back, he must have been drinking.

"Tsk, Miss Mo, you' re still pretending to be a good wife." Xiao Yiru shook his body and pushed Mo Xia away. He glanced at the sumptuous food on the table and sneered.

Mo Xia almost began to sob, but she managed to hold it in. "Eat with me."

"You called me back from another woman's bed just to let me eat?" Xiao Yiru gritted his teeth as he looked at her and slowly walked forward. "Other than threatening me with grandfather, what else can you do?"

Mo Xia felt her back stiffen. She straightened her body and slightly raised her arrogant chin. There was no warmth in her tone. "Since it's useful, why not?"

All she heard was a crisp sound, and the food on the table was already on the floor. The corner of her eyes twitched slightly, and her hand holding the chopsticks stopped in the air.

"Do you know how ugly you are? Your heart is as disgusting as your face!"

Xiao Yiru knew that Mo Xia cared most about the scar on her face. He wanted to tear her wound open and throw a handful of salt down.

As expected, Mo Xia put down her chopsticks with a bang and raised her head to glare at Xiao Yiru. Her eyes were already bloodshot.

"Tonight, make love with me." She gritted her teeth, trying to swallow back the dry feeling that had spread from her heart, but it was really hard.

Xiao Yiru looked at her coldly for a long time and chuckled.

Mo Xia looked at him quietly, but her heart was twitching slightly.

Xiao Yiru walked over to her with quick steps and his long, fair fingers clutched her chin tightly.