Divorce is the Best Choice

Chapter 169 Wilson Yeats was flustered.

With a look at his expression, Jason Noth got what he was thinking. He opened his thin lips and said,

“Wilson Yeats broke it accidentally. He was drank.”

“It broke into… pieces like this. Are you sure it was broken by accident?” said Chris, with a doubtful and

facetious

look

It was completely dismembered.

It it hadn’t been smashed with super powerful strength, it wouldn’t have ended up like this.

There must be a fight!

“I didn’t notice it after it dropped down and broke, and I stepped on it.” Jason answered calmly, not

telling the truth.

What he thought was simple.

Wilson was Sarah’s cousin.

He knew that Sarah was inclined to protect her family’s privacy, and that she surely didn’t want other

people to know her cousin had turned into “a martial artist” after drinking, so he covered the truth

subconsciously.

Chris didn’t believe a word from his boss!

He began to walk around the room.

Seeing him like this, Jason frowned slightly. Then he became the cold and alienated person again,

“What are you doing?”.

“Sir, I didn’t meant to offend you, but your floor tile is of poor quality.” noticing a tiny mark on the floor

tile, which was a little similar to the one on the phone, Chris continued, “The phone just fell down and

there was a mark on it.”

Jason Noth. “_”

‘Who wants the special assistant? I’ll offer ten million extra dollars together with the person.’, he

thought.

After making sure that the mark couldn’t be wiped off, Chris stood up and was about to revealed his

boss.

However,

When he saw Jason Noth’s face….

He cowered!

He changed his face very quickly and smiled, “It’s getting late. Rest well. I’ll send you a new phone

tomorrow.”

“Mhm.” Jason Noth emitted in a low voice.

He didn’t make any more voice, giving off a message of ‘I don’t like you to be here now. Please leave.’

Then Chris left decisively.

That night.

He slept more soundly than usual.

As for Sarah, everything was going as usual. She didn’t have difficulty in sleeping in different

environments. It wasn’t an issue for her.

The next morning…

Sarah Yeats woke up earlier than her brother.

After getting up, she washed her face and ordered breakfast. Then, she went back to the bedroom to

make the bed.

At this moment, Wilson Yeats woke up

He rubbed his aching head, got up from the sofa in a daze with his messy hair, and looked around at

the room.

After confirming that it was his home, he rubbed his head and went to wash his face.

He didn’t think too much.

He thought it was Nicolas who sent him back home.

He went to his room to get clothes for changing and then went to the bathroom. Music was playing

whilst he was taking a warm shower.

Coming back from her bedroom, Sarah found her brother had gotten up, so she was just sitting on the

sofa, waiting

for breakfast.

Her brother was just like her.

After graduation, he lived alone.

She watched the messy living room and subconsciously thought that Jason’s home was always tidy

and clean.

No matter when they were together or other times, she had never seen his nest mess around except

last night.

When she was thinking about this…

Wilson was getting flustered in the bathroom.

Halfway through the shower, he found a woman’s long hair in the bathroom!!!

Right at that moment.

His head was buzzing.

He suddenly recalled that the floor was wet when he went into the bathroom just now, which meant that

there was

another person in his home, and it was a woman!

Then, he thought of…….

‘Usually, after Nicolas send me back, he would help me get on the bed, but this time I woke up on the

sofa.”

‘So?”

‘I was brought back by a woman?’

At the thought of this, he was extremely unsettled.

‘What happened last night?’, he was thinking.

‘Why did Nicolas let me go home with a woman? How does this woman know my address?’

‘Was it I did something to the woman after drinking and bring her back?’…

The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became.

As a self-disciplined man, he could never accept such a ridiculous thing happening to himself.

Sarah had been waiting for almost half an hour, but Wilson still didn’t come out of the bathroom. She

came to the

bathroom door and heard only the regular sound of water. She couldn’t help frowning.

‘Did he fell down? Or fainted away?’ she was wondering.

“Brother?” Sarah called.

Hearing a woman’s voice mixed with the sound of music, Wilson was frightened and screamed out,

“Ugh!”

Sarah, “???”

What happened?

She was worried that he might fall down because of the alcohol, so she asked, “What’s wrong?”

This time, Wilson calmed down a little.

He was thinking back what happened just now, “The person outside seemed to call me brother?”

‘It sounded like Pumpkin?”

Thinking of this, he asked uncertainly, “You… are you Pumpkin?”

“Yes, I am Pumpkin.” Sarah was afraid that he couldn’t hear her clearly, so she didn’t simply say “Yes”

but answered

the full sentence.

Wilson Yeats breathed a sigh of relief.

‘Thank God!’

‘It’s our Pumpkin.’

He was scared to death!

He thought he almost lost his fame.

After saying that he was fine, he enjoyed the warm shower. He was in a very good mood, so he didn’t

ask Pumpkin

why she was here.

Five minutes later.

Finishing the shower, Wilson put on casual clothes and came out.

During that time, their breakfast was delivered. Sarah divided it into two parts, prepared a glass of milk

for each of

them, and began to eat.

After breakfast.

She looked at Wilson with a complicated facial expression, wondering how to tell him what had

happened last night.

‘He values his fame and image. If he knew that he had put on such a big show in front of Jason, he

might do

something unexpected.’

‘But he has to know the thing.’ Sarah was thinking.

Being watched like that, Jason felt guilty and stopped drinking milk, “Why are you looking at me like

that?”

‘I couldn’t act like a drunken maniac in front of her last night, could I?’

‘Wait!!!’

Wilson stopped and there was a “crack” on his calm face.

He seemed to have ignored the most important thing. He was sent back last night after getting drunk.

Usually, Nicolas would send him back if he was too tired or if he didn’t want to move after drinking two

or three glasses of wine.

“It seems that you have already figure it out.” seeing that he reacted by himself, Sarah was a little

relieved.

Wilson stopped drinking the milk and put it down slowly. His action was so slow as if the speed was

switched to the mode of zero point five. “Last night… I was… drunk?”

Sarah nodded, “Mhm.”

“Very Drunk?”

“Yes.”

Wilson put his hands on his head, scratching his hair, and his mind began to collapse.

Why was that?????

It was unfair!

“Then did I… Be as … active… as last time?” Wilson couldn’t bear to say that he himself was a

drunken maniac. “I

suppose I wasn’t.”

‘No.’

‘It has to be No.’ he thought as he waited for an answer.

Sarah pressed her lips and told him, “Yes.”

Wilson scratched his hair again, looking worried.

He looked at her guiltily and apologized, “I’m sorry for bringing you trouble again.”

He subconsciously believed it was after coming back home that he began to be crazy.

And subconsciously, he thought only Sarah knew about it.