Chapter 143 You Can Slap Me

• What Roy said was true. Our divorce was nothing more than a scam that was worth ten bucks. The divorce, my feelings, and my actions—everything was just in my head all along. “I won’t be separated from my partner after marriage, not unless one of us dies.” What Roy said sounded extremely stubborn and arrogant, but it also gave me an oddly warm sensation at that moment.
• The sun was shining bright when I stepped out of the building, and a lanky figure at the bottom of the stairs caught my eyes the moment I stepped out of the building. I rubbed my eyes as I wasn’t sure if my vision was just blurry. I felt a large hand holding onto my arm. The physical sensation felt like electricity, and I was tempted to pull away from the man’s grip. However, Roy then spoke up with a faint smile. “I knew you’d get suspicious, darling. I knew you’d come over to check our marital status today. You trust me now, don’t you? Our marriage has remained solid all along,” he said in a loving tone.
• I looked up to see his cocky expression and his raised eyebrows. Before I could stop myself, I sent a tight slap across his face. He could’ve pulled away from me, yet he chose to stay still. The loud smack filled the air. Once, after Roy got drunk, he told me how men’s faces weren’t supposed to be slapped by others. He told me that he preferred me to smack his buttocks whenever I was angry at him. However, I wasn’t in the mood to smack his buttocks then. He tricked me—not once, but multiple times! Does he understand how much it hurt when I saw him protect Lena one time after another? That hurts more than getting slapped in the face.