Sir, Please Sign Here to Get a Divorce-Chapter 35: An Old Cow Eats Tender Grass

Serena didn’t struggle. The mingling of his warmth and the water’s heat enveloped her, making her whole body tingle and go weak.

She especially couldn’t bear to refuse the sense of security she felt whenever he was this gentle.

"Serena, what do you really think of me?"

He whispered close to her ear, his voice deeply alluring.

Serena felt a tickle in her ear, making her shift uncomfortably.

She furrowed her brow and answered honestly, "You’re great... you’re just a little blind sometimes."

"Hm?"

"You’re always accusing me of things I didn’t do."

"I won’t do it again," he promised, his voice rich and deep.

Holding her like this, he felt he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from taking things further.

But when he remembered the things she had said about him, he forced himself to hold back and released her.

"Alright, go get changed. I can manage on my own."

Serena glanced at the man beside her, noticing his expression was a little strange.

She looked down.

When she saw the very obvious physical reaction he was having, she scrambled up, her face flushed red, and fled.

Watching her flee so quickly, Ethan Yardley knew she didn’t want him to touch her again.

In the past, even when he didn’t make a move, she would always love to press her small frame against his.

But now she was unwilling, and even if he wanted her, he had to restrain himself.

’It’s his own fault. He was the one who brought another woman home and planned to marry her.’

...

After changing her clothes, Serena went downstairs to eat the cake.

He knew her tastes; the cake he’d bought was her favorite.

Remembering that his younger sister was also home, Serena ate a little and saved the larger half for her.

Ethan quickly finished washing up, got dressed, and came downstairs.

Mrs. Miller had just finished preparing dinner.

Serena helped set the table.

When she saw him coming over, she pulled out a chair for him and handed him his utensils.

Then she sat beside him and watched him eat.

Ethan looked at her and frowned. "Aren’t you eating?"

Serena shook her head with a smile. "I had some of the cake you bought me earlier, and I ate some snacks this afternoon. I’m not hungry."

"Eat fewer snacks in the future. You need to eat your meals on time," he lectured.

Serena pouted but obediently replied, "Okaaaay."

Ethan didn’t force her to eat.

Their relationship had been strained lately, and he hadn’t been spending enough time with her. By the time dinner was over, night had fallen.

He stood up and took her small hand. "Come on, let’s go for a walk."

Serena didn’t refuse, obediently following by Ethan’s side.

In the past, whenever he was home, the two of them loved to go for a stroll around the neighborhood after dinner.

Or they would drive to the riverfront to enjoy the breeze.

They had been at odds recently, so it felt like a long time since they had walked hand in hand like this.

Now that he was holding her hand again, Serena felt herself enveloped in happiness, a sweetness spreading through her heart.

She was so happy that her face broke into a radiant smile.

Ethan glanced at her.

When Serena was happy, he was happy.

He asked, "What did you do at home today?"

"I played with your little sister."

Ethan said, "That makes sense. You’re not that much older than her, so it’s natural you two can play together."

Serena was not happy to hear that. "I’m an adult."

"Mhm, a short adult."

He deliberately gestured to show that she only came up to his shoulder.

Furious, Serena abruptly stopped and glared at the man beside her.

"Am I really that short? You’re the one who’s too tall, okay?"

She was 5’2" barefoot, maybe 5’3" with shoes on.

But him? He was 6’2" barefoot and 6’3" in shoes, making him a good foot taller than her.

Compared to him, she really was too short.

"Is it my fault I’m tall?"

Ethan shot her a look, then chuckled and walked on ahead.

Serena caught up to him. "You can’t just attack my self-esteem and call me short, you know! Is my height something I can control?"

"Of course it is. It’s because you don’t eat properly."

"What do you mean I don’t eat properly?"

"You didn’t eat dinner tonight."

"..."

Serena was speechless.

’Can’t win against him.’

But as she watched his tall, imposing figure walking ahead of her, her heart filled with joy again, and she took the initiative to reach for his hand.

Ethan didn’t pull away. Instead, he squeezed her small hand, and they ambled aimlessly through the community garden.

As dusk settled, the dim streetlights stretched their two shadows long.

A gentle summer breeze swept by, accompanied by the pleasant chirping of cicadas, as if adding a bit of liveliness to the quiet evening.

Serena walked quietly beside him. Seeing his large hand completely enveloping hers made her heart feel so warm.

She even found herself greedily thinking, ’How wonderful would it be if this man belonged to her for the rest of their lives?’

’How wonderful would it be if they were never separated?’

She looked up again at his side profile.

From her angle, the contours of his handsome face were strong and well-defined.

His 6’3" height, combined with the powerful aura he naturally exuded, gave her an immense sense of security.

She unconsciously moved a little closer to him, and then a little closer still.

Perhaps understanding what the woman beside him wanted, Ethan suddenly raised his arm and pulled her into his embrace.

He turned to look at her. "Want me to carry you?"

Serena quickly shook her head. "No, it’s fine."

"You used to love it when I carried you."

’Like a little pendant, she loved to hang on him.’

’Besides, she always smelled so good, and he quite enjoyed holding her too.’

"We’re outside now. I don’t want you to carry me."

Serena was a little shy. As they walked past a quiet path, she looked wistfully at a slide in the distance where some children from the neighborhood were playing and said:

"It’s a shame the kids are all here at this time."

’Otherwise, she would have gone for a slide too.’

"If you want to play, then go play."

Ethan prompted.

Serena glanced at him and refused. "No way. I’m not a child."

"Some of those kids are taller than you."

The implication being that she could easily go play.

Serena got angry again and shot him a vicious glare.

Ethan ignored her and walked over to call out to the few children playing on the slide. "Hey kids, come over here."

The children were only four or five, some seven or eight years old.

Hearing someone call them—and a particularly handsome man at that—the children swarmed over to him.

Ethan took a wad of cash from his wallet and handed each of them two hundred-yuan bills.

As he handed out the money, he said, "I’d like to rent the slide from you for just ten minutes. You can play again after that, okay?"

Seeing the money, the children eagerly took it and chimed, "Okay!"

Ethan looked at Serena. "Go on, play. If ten minutes isn’t enough, I’ll rent it for another half an hour."

Serena didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

’She was just talking. Who said she actually wanted to play?’

’She was going to be a mother soon; how could she play on such a childish slide?’

She stood there shyly, not moving.

The children started to laugh. "Go on and play, Miss! It’s really fun."

"Yeah, Miss, we won’t laugh at you."

When one of the kids saw that the "big sister" wasn’t playing, they looked at Ethan and said:

"Mister, you should play with her. Otherwise, she’ll be too shy."

"Yeah, Mister, you can play too! Go on!"

Now the problem had been passed to Ethan.

He said awkwardly, "That’s not really my thing."

If they stayed any longer, the kids would probably drag both of them onto the slide.

Ethan looked at Serena. "If you’re not playing, let’s go."

"Okay."

Serena was more than happy to cooperate, turning to leave at once.

Leaving behind a few very confused children, each clutching two hundred-yuan bills.

’What’s so scary about a slide? For grown-ups, they were not only easily embarrassed but also total scaredy-cats.’

The children paid them no more mind and went back to playing.

On the quiet path, Serena slowed her steps to wait for the man behind her.

When he drew near, she took the initiative and reached for his hand.

Ethan didn’t refuse.

Serena looked at him and grinned. "Hey, Mister, why do the kids call you ’Mister’ but they call me ’Miss’?"

Ethan turned to look at her, his eyes narrowing.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Nothing... I was just thinking, some people might be... robbing the cradle?"

The jab hit its mark. Ethan’s face instantly darkened.

"Serena Yardley, you think I’m old?"

"Ahem, I didn’t say that."

’But it was a fact that he was older.’

Ethan suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. He stopped and snapped, "Don’t call me ’Mister’ anymore."

Serena asked with a smile, "Then what should I call you?"

"Anything is better than ’Mister’."

’How was he old? He was only in his thirties.’

An idea sparked in Serena’s mind, and her smile bloomed. "Husband?"