Mr. Remus Your Billionaire Wife Wants a Divorce

Chapter 45

Silvia was not in a rush, anyway.

When she returned to the living room, she noticed that Neil was the only one there. He sat on the couch and stared at her.

Silvia frowned. Idris had been fawning over Neil, so why was he not together with him?

“Where were you?”

The moment Neil spoke, the atmosphere in the living room became gloomy.

He had gotten angry when he overheard Silvia’s conversation with Ada in the garden. As such, he had been waiting for Silvia to apologize.

However, Silvia had gone somewhere else instead. As a result, his anger intensified.

Siliva sat across from him with indifference. “I was having a chat with my grandmother. Where are the others?”

“I don’t know. Don’t you think you should clarify what you said in the garden just now?”

Silvia met his angry gaze.

“I believe my words were easy to understand. What else do I need to explain?”

“Silvia Pond!”

Seeing how furious Neil was, Silvia said, “We came back to have dinner. I don’t want to quarrel with

you.”

Neil sneered. “If you truly wish to avoid a quarrel, refrain from saying things that I hate to hear!”

“Sure.”

It was no big deal. She could just say it somewhere he could not hear her.

Then, both of them fell silent.

Shortly after, Idris walked into the living room with an expensive bottle of red wine. He spoke to Neil in a flattering manner, “Mr. Remus, this is the Lafite I’ve cherished for years. Let’s drink it tonight!”

Logically speaking, Idris was Neil’s father–in–law, so Neil should be the one pleasing him.

However, Neil had no affection for Silvia, and the Pond Family needed Remus Corporation’s support to survive, so the opposite happened.

Silvia did not really care about Idris, so she watched their interaction emotionlessly.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Pond. I drove here today.”

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“Don’t worry. I can get my driver to take you back, or you can stay here for the night,” Idris hurriedly

said.

Neil paused for a brief moment. Something occurred to him, so he nodded and said, “Okay.”

It did not take long for a maid to inform them that dinner was ready.

It was unclear whether it was intentional, but Idris seated Ada on Neil’s left while Silvia sat on his

right.

During their meal, Neil seemed more occupied with drinking, so Ada would occasionally serve him some food from the platter.

“Neil, these are your favorite pork ribs.

“Neil, this meatball is good. Give it a try.

“Neil…” Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Ada tirelessly engaged in conversation with him.

On the other side, Silvia watched their interaction with an air of amusement rather than anger. Seeing Ada’s affectionate gaze, she wondered if Ada would jump on Neil if they were alone.

As she pictured the scene, Neil suddenly served her a meatball.

“Have some more. You’re too thin, and it doesn’t feel good when I hold you.”

At that moment, everyone at the dining table focused their attention on her. Ada, in particular, looked at her with a murderous gaze.