After Divorce I Married a Tycoon-Chapter 103: Let’s Go, Hubby, Let’s Get Our Marriage Certificate
The moment he saw Claire Mercer at the Civil Affairs Bureau, the listless look in Gavin Sinclair’s eyes instantly brightened.
He stared at Claire Mercer without blinking, his eyes seemingly welded onto her.
’How did I never realize how beautiful and captivating she is?’
’Scarlett Jewel is nothing compared to her; it’s not even close.’
’What on earth was I thinking back then? I must have been possessed.’
’I had a woman who was completely devoted to me, and I didn’t cherish her. Why did I have to get tangled up with Scarlett Jewel?’
She was more beautiful than before, and she radiated even more youthful energy.
She seemed more confident, and the aura she exuded made her all the more alluring.
Back at the Sinclair Family’s home, she had never bothered to dress up.
Now, she was just wearing a simple white shirt with simple makeup...
...but she was somehow more beautiful than a movie star.
’Could it be? Did Claire know I was coming to get my marriage certificate today, so she rushed over to stop me?’
’Of course. She must be absolutely crazy about me.’
Even though she knew he had deceived her, that the Sinclair Family had plotted against her...
...her feelings for him were still strong enough to overlook all of that.
A faint smile finally appeared on the face that had been expressionless at the thought of marrying Scarlett Jewel.
"Claire, what are you doing here? Did you come to stop me from getting my marriage certificate?"
Hearing this, Claire Mercer almost laughed out loud.
"Are you even listening to the nonsense you’re spouting?"
Gavin Sinclair wheeled himself in front of her and tried to take her hand.
"You don’t have to be so stubborn or put on a brave face. I know you don’t want me to marry her..."
Claire Mercer recoiled several steps in disgust, her eyes filled with undisguised contempt.
After hearing what he said, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes ungracefully.
"Who you marry has nothing to do with me."
"Also, stay away from me from now on. I’m allergic to scumbags and bitches."
Gavin Sinclair wasn’t angry. Instead, he chuckled. "See? You really do still love me. You’re only this angry because you’re jealous."
At his words, Claire Mercer was so speechless she could only look to the heavens.
’Can’t he see how disgusted I am with him?’
She took a deep breath and sneered.
"Gavin Sinclair, it’s only been a short while, but I see your brain seems to be seriously malfunctioning."
"Your legs being crippled is one thing, but please don’t let your brain become crippled too."
"You don’t have to pretend to be strong in front of me, using these words to hide your inner sorrow."
Gavin Sinclair was certain that Claire Mercer still couldn’t let him go.
"I know you’ve never been able to get over me."
"No, you..."
Gavin Sinclair raised a hand, forcefully cutting her off.
"You don’t have to be so stubborn and rush to deny it."
"If you don’t love me, why are you at the Civil Affairs Bureau right now?"
"I’m here to..."
"If you don’t love me, why would you hold such a huge grudge against me?"
Claire Mercer’s eyes rolled so far back they nearly reached the heavens as she snarled in a low voice.
"Can you just let me finish a sentence?"
"’If you don’t love me, if you don’t love me...’ Love you? My ass."
"You’re a rotten, stinking cucumber. What makes you think I can’t let you go?"
"The only reason I took such meticulous care of you before was because you saved me once."
"I also mistakenly thought my feelings for you were love."
"But thinking about it now, what part of you is even worthy of my love?"
"What can I say? I’m just the type of person who repays her debts."
"And it’s precisely because of that that I wasted two years of my life on you."
"In my eyes, you’re nothing but a pile of shit now. Do you think you’re some kind of great catch?"
"Someone else might be eager to eat that pile of shit, but I don’t share that particular fetish."
"Let me tell you, Gavin Sinclair, who you marry has nothing to do with me."
"I’m here today to get married..."
"You’re getting married? To whom?"
"To me." Adrian Sutton gradually approached.
With every step, his powerful aura intensified, creating an inexplicable sense of pressure.
He had just parked his car and was walking over when he saw Gavin Sinclair shamelessly harassing Claire from a distance.
’I wanted to go right up and punch him a couple of times.’
But seeing Claire relentlessly tear into him with a barrage of curses made him secretly rejoice.
He had been worried that Claire might still harbor some lingering feelings for that pile of shit, Gavin Sinclair.
Now, he no longer had to worry.
Claire despised him.
You could tell just from the way she looked at him.
Besides, the reason Claire was so good to him before wasn’t because of love.
’After all, having loved a rotten, stinking cucumber like that would be a stain on anyone’s life.’
When Gavin Sinclair heard Adrian Sutton’s voice, he quickly looked up at him.
He watched as Adrian walked to Claire Mercer’s side and pulled her into his arms.
Gavin Sinclair was so furious his fists clenched, veins bulging, and he ground his back teeth together.
He glared daggers at Adrian Sutton.
His sinister eyes were like poison-tipped daggers.
He looked as if he wanted to skewer him with his gaze alone.
"Don’t tell me your future husband is this broke-ass loser."
"Does that have anything to do with you?" Claire Mercer corrected him, her face a mask of fury.
"Watch your mouth. He’s not some broke-ass loser, he’s my husband." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
At her words, Gavin Sinclair’s breath caught in his throat from rage.
"Claire Mercer, so you really did get together with this pauper a long time ago."
"Otherwise, why would you be in such a hurry to get a marriage certificate with him?"
"And so what if I did?" Claire Mercer retorted.
"You were shameless enough to do... *that*... with Scarlett Jewel in the hospital room right next to mine."
"So I’m not allowed to be with my true love?"
"How could you have fallen so low?"
"He used to be a male model. Who knows how many women he’s been with..."
Adrian Sutton’s cold eyes narrowed as he cut in.
"Do you think I’m like you? That I’d stoop so low as to sleep with just any woman?"
"From beginning to end, Claire is the only one I have ever loved."
"With what will you love her?" Gavin Sinclair roared.
"With your meager income that can’t even cover your expenses? With the fact that you’re penniless?"
"With that cheap electric car of yours that’s only worth a few tens of thousands? With that apartment you’re renting?"
"I bet you don’t even have the money to buy her a decent ring."
"What do you have to love her with? Just your words? You’re a pauper who has nothing."
"None of your damn business," Claire Mercer shot back, glaring.
"I’d be happy even if all we did was eat simple porridge and side dishes every day."
"It’s a thousand times better than being with your Sinclair Family."
"Besides, you and I have nothing to do with each other anymore."
"What right do you have to question me? How dare you question me?"
"From now on, you two—the scumbag and the bitch—should just lock yourselves away together forever and stop coming out to ruin other people’s lives."
After speaking, Claire Mercer couldn’t be bothered to spare them another glance.
’Even one more look would dirty my eyes. Such bad luck.’
"Let’s go, honey. Let’s get our certificate."
Hearing this, Adrian Sutton froze for a moment.
’What did Claire just... call me?’
’Honey?’
’I didn’t mishear that, did I?’
"You just called me..."
"Honey." Claire Mercer linked her arm affectionately through his and gave him a sweet smile.
"Do you still want to marry me or not?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"Then what are you standing around for? Let’s go, we don’t want to miss the auspicious time."
Adrian Sutton was instantly overjoyed.
He quickly took her hand and gave her a gentle smile.
"Okay, wifey."
With that, the two of them turned to enter the Civil Affairs Bureau.
’Honey, honey, honey...’
In the two years she took care of him in the Sinclair Family home, she had never once called him ’honey.’
But just now, right in front of him, she had called that broke-ass loser ’honey.’
’On what grounds?’
’So what if that broke-ass loser is a little better-looking than me?’
’He’s a complete nobody with no house, no car, and no savings. What about him is worthy of her entrusting her whole life to?’
"Claire Mercer, I’ll give you a million. Don’t marry him."
