After divorce I am a billionaire

Anthony smiled slightly, "Do you mean to blame me for not revealing your identity to the Callahan family earlier, saying you were a maid and that you were bullied by Pola and Lily?" "No...I didn't think so..." Anthony chuckled and looked particularly evil, "You hesitated." Mavis was helpless, "I really don't." "You want to cover up." She stopped talking at all and felt a little sullen.

She was already blond and blue-eyed, and her whole face was as flawless as a doll. With her sullen expression, her soft cheeks were involuntarily puffed up.

It was kind of cute.

Anthony couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Why didn't he find Mavis so interesting before? It turned out that his wife can use to be teased like this.

He looked up slightly and saw Mavis' lips inadvertently.

He didn't know what happened recently, but he felt that this woman was more pleasing to the eye, more delicate and beautiful.

He involuntarily moved closer to Mavis, to her lips.

It seemed not bad to have an interesting wife at home.

If Mavis can stay this way, it won't be a big problem to renew after the one-year marriage agreement expired.

He thought for the first time, getting closer and closer to Mavis.

It was so close that Mavis could even feel Anthony's warm breath.

He even breathed lustfully, so that the skin on her cheeks were red, as if her blood was even hot.

Seeing his lips got closer, Mavis was so nervous that she held his breath and fidgeted on his lap.

Anthony he... was trying to kiss her? At least she could feel his tenderness, and leave some thoughts for the days after the divorce in the future. It seemed that it was not impossible...

She closed her eyes and couldn't bear to disturb the delicate atmosphere.

Anthony was close to her, but stopped just a little bit from kissing her lips, and said softly, "You're always on your phone lately.

What are you doing?" The irrelevant topic appeared in this situation, which extremely damaged to the atmosphere.

Mavis opened her eyes and saw that he had leaned back into the office chair and kept the initial distance from her.

He didn't want to kiss her at all.

It was her who was self-sentimental.

Her ears were even redder and she felt ashamed.

"I... Didn't | say that last time? I've been looking for a job recently.” "You haven't found it yet?" Mavis nodded with a bit of resentment in her tone, "Your requirements are too high. No alcohol. No socializing. No revealing clothes. Can't go home after midnight..." "I'm thinking of your safety." He raised his eyebrows with a half-smile, "However, how long are you going to sit on me?" Mavis suddenly realized it and quickly stood up, "I'm sorry!" There was no need for such an expression.

He looked down at his legs, as if the warmth of Mavis was still there.

This woman's figure... was quite hot.

"That..." Mavis fidgeted nervously, "I just came up to deliver a glass of juice and said thank you. Now | have said what | should say, so | won't disturb your work." "Yeah." Anthony responded casually.

Mavis turned and ran, covering her shy face.

The study door was closed again.

The room fell silent in an instant, and he was alone.

Anthony looked oddly at the palm of his right hand.

Just when he went to pull Mavis into his arms, this hand wrapped around her waist.

Her waist was too thin, but it was extraordinarily soft...

Anthony felt inexplicably dry in his throat and a little restless in his heart.

Knowing Lyra for so many years, he had never hugged Lyra since he was a teenager.

When he dreamed back in the middle of the night, no matter how he wanted to hold her, it was impossible. She was Malcolm's wife.

Mavis was the first woman to have this kind of intimate contact after being a teenager.

He stared at his palm in a trance. No one knew what he was thinking.

After a while, it was not until the pop-up of the computer mailbox came that he woke up.

Remembering Mavis said that she was looking for a job just now, Anthony picked up his phone, sent a message to the special assistant, and then quickly went to work.

* In the White Mansion .

In the morning, Chad was howling.

Keira felt it annoying as she slapped him on the forehead.

"Stop howling. I just put you on the makeup. Don't act like you're dying. I'm not taking your life." Chad closed his mouth and felt aggrieved.

"I'm a man. You actually made me wear beauty contacts! Eyeliner! Lipstick! And false eyelashes!! What's the difference if you're taking my life!" Keira was angry, "You straight man. You deserve to be single and have no wife for the rest of your life!" Chad laughed and hugged Keira's waist, "I don't need to find a wife anymore. | already have one. I've been with her for almost two years." Keira pouted, "You are the most talented one. You manage our family's money." "Obviously you are the biggest winner. | take care of the money. You take care of me. Isn't it all yours?" "It seems like..." Keira pouted and continued to help him put on make up.

Anyway, she never thought of getting divorced in her life. Since Chad married her, she will depend on him for the rest of her life! After more than 20 minutes, Chad's elaborate makeup was finished.

"You have a good foundation. After putting on makeup, you're absolutely perfect!" She held up the mirror, pointed it at Chad, and let him see for himself.

Chad looked up.

The person in the mirror wore a double ponytail wig that hung behind his ears. The makeup was so delicate that his pores were not visible, and even the complexion was brightened.

With the help of false eyelashes and eyeliner, those eyes were bigger than usual.

With the pure light lipstick, as tender as jelly, Chad just pouted slightly, which looked sexy.

He froze.

"Is he...is it me?" Keira smiled and supported her waist, "Could it be me? How is it? My craftsmanship is good, isn't it? Pretty?" This was the first time Chad saw his appearance in this way. It was indeed beautiful, a little and fun.

With yesterday's experience, he was extraordinarily skilled in wearing the maid outfit today.

Keira couldn't help covering her mouth and sneering, "I heard men disguise to be women only zero and countless times, and they will become addicted. Maybe after this month, you will fall in love with women's clothes. When my husband is gone, | have a sister.” Chad flicked her forehead, "What are you thinking! | won't be addicted. | can't be your sister!" After thinking about it, he added, "But we can be brothers.” Keira glared at him, not angry at all, but teased, "I have no problem being a brother with you. | just don't know if a straight man can accept me to f**k you!" At the end, she stared at Chad's miniskirt and patted his ass.

There was a great fun.

Chad was stiff and scowled.