My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1085: Eruption
Dull pain and confusion nearly caused the phone to slip from his hands!
He didn’t know what had happened to her.
But the shocking phrase "pack your bags" severely triggered him—it was the one thing he couldn’t tolerate. His face was pale, with an extreme chill, veins popping on his forehead, and his eyes bloodshot and on the verge of splitting.
Was she going to leave him, taking advantage of him not being there to sneak away again?
Just the thought of her leaving twisted his heart in agony.
He immediately hung up on Yiyi and desperately dialed her number, but the ringtone sounded crazily without any sign of connection.
His face turned paler, and his heart completely panicked.
He hurriedly dialed Yiyi’s number again: "Little girl, quick, take it to your mom."
Ye Yiyi nodded vigorously, rushed to Ye Lu’s room where Ye Lu was pulling the zipper of a suitcase, making a zipping sound. Seeing Ye Yiyi handing her the phone, she was slightly confused.
When she looked down and saw that the call was from Third Young Master Jun, her face suddenly changed, and her eyes turned cold thinking of Yiren’s incident.
She picked up the phone and put it to her ear, only to hear Third Young Master Jun’s breath heavy and anxious, his voice questioning in a burst of fury.
"Where are you packing your bags to go?"
The obvious tone of interrogation ignited the suppressed anger in Ye Lu’s heart, and her voice turned frosty.
"It’s none of your business. Do I need your approval to stay out for a few days? I’m not your slave, nor a convict. How did you find out about this?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she realized her mistake and turned to glare at the little snitch, who had already taken the chance to slip away.
"Stay out for a few days? Don’t think you can fool me," Third Young Master Jun’s voice seemed to be squeezed through clenched teeth, filled with a chilling edge and indescribable heartache.
Don’t think he would be fooled; this wasn’t the first time such a thing had happened. Even if he watched her closely, she was always looking for ways to leave.
His heart shattered into a million pieces. She was so heartless, easily abandoning everything—after so much time spent together, did she really have no feelings or reluctance towards him at all?
His bloodshot eyes suddenly grew cold.
"Ye Lu, stop packing this instant, put the clothes back in the closet. I forbid you to take a single step out of the villa," he commanded firmly, each word deliberate and forceful.
Ye Lu felt a tightness in her chest. Listening to his domineering words, his autocratic and overbearing manner, anger ignited in her eyes and began to burn fiercely.
Ha, how laughable. When he’s always ambiguous with some other women outside, not managing his own flirtatious actions, yet he frequently constrains her, imposing his will and controlling her life.
She was not a caged bird for him to keep like a canary.
She was tired of this life, tired of his need for control.
She retorted angrily, "Third Young Master Jun, who do you think you are? You have no right to command me like this!"
"I am your husband, do I not have the right?"
The anger in Ye Lu’s eyes deepened, and a trace of scorn appeared on her lips:
"You are my husband, yes, and a husband has the right to manage his wife. But did you forget how you got that title as my husband? You forced me to sign the papers. So no, you don’t count; what kind of husband are you? I don’t recognize you as such. You, Third Young Master Jun, are not my man! If you love to dominate so much, go control other women and stop trying to control me."
Third Young Master Jun felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his heart torn to shreds, his handsome face turning whiter by the second.
She knew how to choose the most painful spots to stab; she was aware of just how hurtful those words could be.
Every sentence was the sharpest blade, piercing the heart and cutting deep, leaving one nowhere to hide.
