Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

Dorothea Gray.

Vernon's brows creased even more. He didn't know what the useless mother of his wanted to do by calling Chloe, but he knew that wasn't a good sign.

He ignored it for a while until the call ended and then unlocked the phone.Follow current s on ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

He was surprised that Chloe didn't put in any password, so he didn't need to guess her password.

'Could it be that Vincent also forbade Chloe to put on a password? So he can always check her phone if he wants to? Damn, what a control freak.'

Vernon decided to check on the call logs to see who called Chloe, and he saw at least ten missed calls from Dorothea tonight.

He shook his head out of disbelief, "This old hag must've planned to insult Chloe, probably going to intimidate her for whatever reason. She has all the time for the past ten years to protect Chloe from Vincent's abuse, but she never do it."

"She just kept blindly supporting Vincent just because he's the better version of me," Vernon murmured. He had a lot of resentment toward his mother, so he didn't have a single good expectation when he saw her caller id.

Chloe's phone rang again from Dorothea's call, and he decided to turn the phone off before putting it back in the drawer.

Vernon's eyes darkened as he imagined all the horrible things that Dorothea would say to Chloe. He shifted his gaze at Chloe and muttered, "I'll tell her to block Dorothea's number tomorrow, and probably Vincent's number too. We also have to find a way to get Mackie out of her current school. Need to save her before things get really bad."

Vernon turned around and left. He had decided to accept the offer from Vincent, just like Chloe advised.

That, and he had consider it for a while, and realized it'd be stupid for him to pass the chance. But he also had to take precautions for the 35% shares, though he still had no idea what to do with that one.

**

Chloe woke up in the morning feeling refreshed after a long rest. She opened her eyes slowly and stared at the ceiling of her bedroom.

She was trying to process what just happened last night and how she was in her room though she believed she must've fallen asleep after she climaxed.

'Wait, does that mean… I fell asleep when he was not even done yet? I didn't even give him a return service after what he did for me,' Chloe looked around again, and the realization hit her like a brick. 'Ah, he must've carried me into my room….'

'Ugh, I feel so selfish!'

Chloe covered her face with the pillow. The sense of guilt and shame were mixed into one, and she felt it was a missed chance.

'The mood was good, what if he actually wants to do more? I've missed my chance!'

Again, Chloe felt so dirty for thinking like that, but she just couldn't help to get excited whenever she had the idea of Vernon doing something 'more' to her body.

It took her a while to recover. She grabbed her phone to check the time, but it was turned off.

'Did I turn it off last night? Or did it run out of battery?' She wondered. She turned the phone on and checked the time and battery. 'Friday, six-thirty. Still 60%.'

Chloe didn't find anything wrong with her phone, so she got confused because she rarely turned her phone off.

She decided to just ignore it and got up from the bed. She stretched her body before leaving the room.

She checked Mackie's room and saw her daughter was still asleep, much to her relief. She went up to check on Vernon and realized that Vernon's bedroom was already open.

"Vernon?" she called as she entered the bedroom, but the room was empty, so she guessed he was probably going to the gym downstairs.

Chloe felt her left hand recovering faster, it didn't swell anymore, and there was no pain when she tried to use it to grab things.

So she decided to do the most basic things; making banana-apple juices for Mackie and Vernon.

Chloe still retained her skill despite only using one hand. She prepared two glasses of banana-apple juice and put them in the fridge before she went to Vernon's bed to pick up the scattered laundry on the floor.

She was so busy cleaning that she didn't know someone just came in and stood behind her. Vernon wrapped his hands around Chloe's waist and pulled her into his embrace.

"Ah—!" Chloe was surprised when the back of her head was suddenly buried between two strong pecs, filled with musky, manly smell and sweat. She looked up and saw Vernon smiling at her.

"Good morning," he said. "I thought it'd take you a while to wake up, especially after what we did last night."

Chloe's cheeks reddened, and she shook her head, "S—Sorry for last night. I shouldn't have fallen asleep…."

"And what'd you do if you didn't fall asleep last night? Hm?" Vernon teased.

"I—I—Um… doing my duty…." Chloe lowered her voice until it became almost inaudible. Unfortunately, Vernon caught it and smirked in response.

"Then, will you do it now? I'm pretty sure you'd make my day by 'doing your job,' hahah!"

"O—Okay…" Chloe nodded shyly. She was about to push herself out of his embrace and kneel before him to do her job, but Vernon stopped him.

"Not now, I just spent two hours at the gym, I stink," Vernon refused, but he was pleased with Chloe's willingness. So he released Chloe from his stinky embrace and allowed her to turn around and see his current self.

Vernon was wearing a wet white tee and jogger pants. His hair was damp, and his chest heaved after a long exercise.

Vernon teased her even more, "Now, do you still want to suck my dick? Pretty sure it'll be salty, hahaha!"