Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 840: The Elegant Young Gentleman

Looking at his appearance, the first impression is nothing more than - this person is like a clear breeze and bright moon, naturally handsome, an undoubted elegant nobleman.

But if he opens his mouth -

"They say if you are well, the weather will be fine. Look at today’s weather, are you mocking my imminent downfall?"

What a wild statement.

Miyi Yates’ expression slightly changed, her fingers clutching the strap tightly, forcibly suppressing the slight humiliation within her heart, raising a smile.

"Lord Monroe, you misunderstood..."

However, Dylan Mercer had no intention of hearing her explanation, and waved toward Bella Hawthorne who was supporting herself against the wall.

"Vivi, come over."

The tone that was just arrogant beyond compare now carried a hint of unconscious gentleness.

Let alone Miyi Yates, even Holly Hanson, who is well-acquainted with all news about Dylan Mercer, couldn’t believe such a gentle tone came from Lord Monroe’s mouth.

This was surprising enough.

But why did Bella Hawthorne know Lord Monroe?!

Bella Hawthorne directly ignored the looks from Miyi Yates and Holly Hanson, weakly rolling her eyes at Dylan Mercer.

"Can’t you walk over by yourself, my legs are weak."

Holly Hanson: !!!

Holly had always known the little artist she managed was bold, but didn’t expect her to be this bold.

Does she know who she’s talking to? Insane, right!?

But the craziness didn’t stop there.

Without the slightest hesitation, Dylan Mercer took long strides over to Bella Hawthorne’s side, then crouched down with his back to her.

"Get on."

Bella Hawthorne looked at his broad back, surprisingly asked, "You’re going to carry me?"

"I don’t like people who walk slowly." Still that arrogant and careless tone.

"...Then be careful." Bella Hawthorne hesitated before climbing onto his back, adding as Dylan Mercer’s lips showed a hint of a smile, "Don’t drop me."

Dylan Mercer: "..."

Passing by Miyi Yates’ stiff form, Dylan Mercer paused in his stride, looking at her with a seemingly-smiling glance, "I despise people who can’t speak. Got it?"

With those words, he left with a slumbering Bella Hawthorne on his back, not caring how pale or awful Miyi Yates’ face looked.

Miyi Yates felt cold all over, looking in the direction they left, the fury in her chest almost impossible to suppress.

She had painstakingly obtained Dylan Mercer’s schedule, waiting all night here with the Sector C construction project plan.

As long as she got the chance, she could definitely convince Dylan Mercer to invest, bringing Yates Enterprise back to life!

Just one more step!

Everything ruined by Bella Hawthorne!

How did she know Dylan Mercer?!

Beside her, Holly Hanson’s shock was not less than Miyi Yates’. She had managed Bella Hawthorne for so long, yet remained unaware of the deep relationship between her and Dylan Mercer!

Setting aside how she had treated Bella before, just this incident tonight was enough to drag her down to the eighteenth layer of hell!

Suddenly, Holly Hanson recalled what Miyi Yates had just said, couldn’t care much, grabbed her sleeve and spoke.

"Miss, I want to make a deal with you, regarding Bella!"

Miyi Yates, with no outlet for her anger, reflexively slapped Holly when she was grabbed!

"Don’t touch me!"

Holly Hanson’s face stung fiercely, seeing Miyi Yates’ disdainful gaze, she immediately got angry.

Obviously, someone who could send Bella Hawthorne into a group of lecherous old men is not broad-minded.

Bella Hawthorne had no grudge against Holly Hanson, yet she could betray Bella for fame and fortune, not to mention attacking Miyi Yates who hit her?

"Damn, you bitch!" Holly Hanson’s eyes turned red, grabbing Miyi Yates’ hair, forcibly dragging her into a private room, "Dare hit me? Don’t you bother finding out who I am!"

"Fine, Bella ran away, I was just worried no one to clean up this mess! Don’t cry later!"

With Holly’s surprisingly strong grip, Bella Hawthorne couldn’t break free with all her might, let alone the similarly pampered Miyi Yates?

No matter how much she punched and kicked Holly, she was brutally shoved into that private room.

"You’ve offended Lord Monroe, so you won’t have many peaceful days ahead. Enjoy." Holly Hanson watched Miyi Yates’ panicked expression, gave a cruel smile, and shut the door.

A chaotic room.

...

The next afternoon.

Although Ann Vaughn and Laura Quinn parted unhappily last time, the chicken soup still arrived each day.

Only Ann Vaughn never drank it again.

Jeanette Shaw and Joyce Shaw somehow heard about her hospital stay and came to keep her company every day.

If Vinson Ashton wasn’t worried Joyce’s health hadn’t fully recovered, and would be easily tired sitting too long, he wasn’t very willing to let her leave the ward.

-- For Joyce Shaw, her unmet biological father was simply a stumbling block on her path of celebrity admiration.

"Miss Annie, how are you feeling today? Is there still discomfort anywhere?"

Ann Vaughn saw true concern in Joyce Shaw’s eyes, couldn’t help but smile, "Better than yesterday. How about you, how’s your health?"

Joyce Shaw was a bit taken aback, "I’m fine, nothing at all. I’ll be discharged soon, Miss Annie don’t worry about me!"

Beside her, Vinson Ashton couldn’t take it any longer: "The doctor said you need to stay for observation another month, walk less on usual days, rest well, for a quick recovery. Joyce, we must follow doctor’s advice..."

Joyce Shaw’s face fell instantly, "Quack!"

"Pfft." Ann Vaughn laughed, turning to the gentle smiles of Jeanette Shaw, said, "Joyce’s prescription needs changing after a week, I’ll write it for you now."

"This..." Jeanette Shaw was both helpless and grateful, "We came to visit you, but instead troubling you."

Ann Vaughn shook her head indicating she needn’t worry about it, just as she was about to find pen and paper, Joyce Shaw swiftly took it out from her pocket.

An unprecedented speed in her life.

"Oops... Miss Annie, here you go." Joyce Shaw shyly smiled, handing over the pen and paper.

Ann Vaughn smiled as she accepted it, and in a moment, a well-memorized prescription appeared on the page.

"Miss Annie," Joyce Shaw nervously pointed at the blank part of the page, "you forgot to sign it."

"Oh, alright." Ann Vaughn didn’t think much, smoothly signed her name at the bottom right corner.

Holding her idol’s autograph, Joyce Shaw felt like she had completely transcended.

She was probably the most successful fan girl this round.

Vinson Ashton, trying to bridge the gap with Joyce Shaw, had tried to learn much about fan culture these days.

Yet the results remained minimal.

Especially seeing Jeanette Shaw and Joyce Shaw chatting joyfully with Ann Vaughn, yet ignoring him, Vinson Ashton’s heart raced in panic.

The wife and daughter he just reunited with, don’t let them run off with someone else!

However, Miss Vaughn’s kindness was like a new lease on life, without her, the family wouldn’t be together now.

Just for this, he should sincerely appreciate her, instead of imagining wildly...