Remarry My Ex-wife: Love Heals A Broken Heart

Chapter 58: I'm hungry!



Chapter 58: I'm hungry! 

Hearing that, Patricia snapped out of her trance.

In the nick of time, she'd blocked Lyndsy's slap with the documents she had on hand.

Raising her chin, she said condescendingly, "Lyndsy, please watch your words!"

She was no longer the weak woman of the Sampson family who allowed others to bully her.

She had nothing to do with the Sampson family members anymore, and she definitely wouldn't be tolerating any further abuse from Lyndsy.

Lyndsy withdrew her hand testily, snorted, and said sarcastically, "Did I say something wrong? Both you and your mother are bitches! Your mother only seduced my father so that she could become the hostess of the Sampson family household.And now, here you are.You've already divorced Zac, yet you're still bothering him.Can you be any more of a bitch? Did you really think..."

The more Lyndsy spoke, the more excited she became.

And the more excited she became, the more expressive her face was, and right now, all Patricia saw was animosity written all over it.

"Slap!"

Before she could finish her sentence, Patricia had raised her hand and slapped her across the face.

"Lyndsy, I'm warning you.Watch your mouth! You are the daughter of the Sampson family.Don't act like a shrew!"

Patricia cast a cold glance at Lyndsy, a faint sneer crossing her face.

Lyndsy screamed in pain.

She covered her flushed face with her hand and stared at Patricia in rage.

"You bitch! How dare you hit me? I am...I'm going to beat you to death!" Lyndsy flew into a rage.

Patricia had now slapped her twice across the face and had even called her a shrew.

Unable to swallow her anger, she raised her hand, intending to pounce on Patricia.

Seeing that Lyndsy was about to lunge at her, Patricia nimbly side-stepped her and gracefully ended up behind Lyndsy.

Lyndsy, unable to control her body, bumped into the railing.

She screeched when she felt a sharp pain in her belly.

"Patricia, you bitch! How dare you push me from behind! Are you trying to kill me? You are so despicable!"

So furious was she that she had no qualms placing a fabricated charge on Patricia.Upon hearing this, Patricia snorted.

Staring at Lyndsy coldly, she warned, "Lyndsy, don't talk nonsense.You couldn't keep your footing earlier when you lunged at me.I didn't do anything to harm you!"

Patricia hadn't done anything, but it didn't mean that she wouldn't have lost her temper.

Lyndsy had insulted her just now, which had infuriated her.

But she chose not to fight back since she had come to Zac's villa for an entirely different purpose.

"I’m the one telling the truth! You really want to murder me.I’m going to tell everyone about this matter!"

Lyndsy insisted on pushing the falsified charges on Patricia.

Noticing Lyndsy's stubbornness, Patricia suddenly felt it was pointless to argue any further.

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She began thinking that Yolanda had spoiled Lyndsy so much that she had now lost her mind.

It was impossible for Patricia to kill Lyndsy, but that didn't stop Lyndsy from slandering her good name.

Patricia's sneer irritated Lyndsy.

She stood up in a rage and posed in a manner that said she was ready to fight Patricia to the death.

Just then, her phone rang.

Glancing at the caller ID, Lyndsy bit her lower lip in anger and glared at Patricia in disgust.

"Patricia, just wait and see.I'll never forget what happened today.I won't let you go!"

Annoyed and pissed off, Lyndsy left after making that retort.

Seeing her take off in a hurry, Patricia couldn't help but sneer.

She didn't take Lyndsy's words seriously.

However, she was confused as to why Lyndsy left in such a hurry.

But it had nothing to do with her, so she dismissed the thought.

She rang the doorbell again, but there was no response.

It was not until she had rung the doorbell for the tenth time that she heard Zac’s cold voice.

"Why are you here?"

With a slight frown, she turned around and saw a bag of groceries in Zac's hand.

His hair was tousled as if he had fought with someone earlier.

"Zac, you must have been so busy that you forgot the matter at hand!"

As soon as Patricia finished speaking, she gently raised the documents she was holding.

It was Zac who had ordered her to come over to the Oakleaf Villa to discuss the cooperation of their companies!

"You..."

When Zac heard her reply, his face darkened.

He frowned and gasped angrily.He uttered in a low voice, "Didn't you see the message I sent you?"

‘I wonder if she purposefully went against my wishes!’ He sent her a message saying that he wanted to meet at her home instead.But she didn't reply to his message.Neither did she show up at her home.

"My phone died, so I didn't see your message,"

Patricia responded flatly, giving Zac a resolute look.

Subconsciously, she glanced at the stuff in his hand.

A mocking smile appeared on her face.After she saw Lyndsy here moments ago and heard Zac's words now, she realized Zac was nice to Lyndsy.

She believed that in order to not let her see Lyndsy who had been slapped by Patricia a couple of days ago, he had changed his mind on their place of meeting tonight.

Seeing the sneer on her face, Zac became very displeased.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at her, wondering how she could be so hateful.

He had gone to the market to buy food ingredients for her, but she didn't appreciate the gesture at all!

“Come in,"

Zac ordered decisively, as he didn't want to waste time talking to Patricia outside.

He strode past her to open the door and entered the room.

Seeing this, Patricia quickly followed him in.

As soon as she entered, she opened the file and started talking to Zac about their collaboration.

"Mr.Reynolds, this plan has been revised according to your company's suggestions. Please have a look,"

Patricia uttered in a polite voice, handing the document to Zac with a smile.

Zac took the document and tossed them aside without even looking at it.

His face darkened, and his deep eyes were filled with rage.

‘From the moment Patricia entered the room, she began talking about work. She hasn't even inquired after my well being!

Can't she see how tired I am? Hasn't she noticed my kindness towards her? Why is she always talking about work?’ The more Zac thought about it, the angrier he became.

He didn't want to see anything related to work at the moment. Seeing that Zac disgustedly threw aside the document that she worked so hard to complete in the past few days, Patricia was instantly indignant.

She gently bit her lower lip and stared at him with a long face.

She angrily wailed, "Zac, why did you do that?"

If Zac dared to play tricks on her, she would instantly leave.

"I'm hungry!"

Zac stared at her with his dignified eyes, pointing at the bag of groceries on the table.

It was evident that he wanted Patricia to cook for him in person.

Since he'd tasted her food yesterday, he'd loved it and wanted to eat her cooking every day.

Thinking of this, he was more determined to get her to move into the Oakleaf Villa.

On the one hand, he could keep watch on her, and on the other hand, he could eat the meals she'd prepare every day.

Hearing this, Patricia couldn't help but frown.

She took a deep breath and looked into Zac's cold eyes.

"If you want to eat anything, you can just ask Lyndsy to cook for you."

As soon as she was finished speaking, she picked up the discarded document and intended to leave.

"Patricia, do you not want to discuss this anymore?"

Zac asked with a meaningful look.

There was a confident smile on his face.

"Since you're not in the mood to discuss work, let's not waste my time here."

Patricia was so angry that she clenched her teeth and glared at Zac.

‘l will never cook for Zac in person! In the past, I had brought food to him out of the kindness of my heart.

However, Zac never touched it or even looked at what I'd brought.

But now that we're divorced, he thinks he can use such an excuse to get me to cook for him?’


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