Regretting Divorce

Chapter 51 

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The winds became aggressive outside Hunter’s villa. Curtains rolled and rumbled and everything about the night suggested the arrival of something perilous. 

When Hunter was done wearing his clothes, he came to the windows to close them. The outside world was fighting against the storm. From the trees to the grass, he noticed, were battling to stay put in their places while the harsh blowing winds tried their best to tear them apart. 

Hunter saved himself from slipping as the floor was wet. The winds had carried rain inside. He carefully closed all of them and as he began his stride outside the room, the noise of shattering glass caused him to look back. 

His heart rolled in his chest and throbbed because one of his and Claire’s photo frames had fallen down from the wall. Hunter quickly approached it and picked up the frame. This was one of their wedding pictures, Claire was literally glowing like a star herself. Not to mention that her wedding gown was a shimmery white that glimmered under the sunlight as though the sun itself was showering her with flakes of light. 

He cleaned the picture, removing all the pieces of the glass. He stared at it, his eyes glued on her face. While he held it, he gazed at the wall at dozens of photo frames of them hanging there. Still 

Even after the divorce, he did not make any changes to their room. 

He looked back at the photo as a hand of his absentmindedly lifted. He caressed her face. His eyes didn’t blink and his heart didn’t stop feeling 

conflicted. 

“You miss her.” A voice in his chest whispered. 

It came as a jolt. He flickered his eyes and placed the photo frame on the table beside the bed. He glanced at it one more time before sauntering down to the kitchen where Zara was pouring two bowls of soup. 

“I was about to come up to call you, Zara beamed. 

She placed the bowl of soup on the kitchen counter in front of Hunter as he mounted one of the stools. She handed him a spoon and eyed at the bowL 

“Do you remember anything?” 

Hunter cast a glance at the soup and hummed “Chicken soup. You used to make it for me when we were dating” Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yeah, and I added some cream in it too as you liked.” 

Aunter did not react. Zara’s temper flared, seeing his dull reaction. She maintained her smile and encouraged him to start eating. 

He lazily gripped the spoon and dipped it in the soup. The aroma was mouth watering. Any man in his place would moan and dig into the hot soup. But Hunter wore his impassive expression as he raised the spoon to his mouth. 

“How is it?” Zara asked, her skin already tingling with the images of Hunter making hard and rough sex to her. 

Such was the effect of the medicine she gave him. She had experience with it. 

“Good.” 

Zara’s smile faltered. She looked down at her hands and pondered, Finish this first, Hunter. You will know how hot and tasty the soup was after it goes down your system. You will yearn for the hands that made it on your dick in some time. 

She watched as he used a spoonful of soup to his mouth. One after another. Hunter also rubbed his neck and the sweat forming on his forehead from time to time. The medicine was showing its effect on him. He was starting to feel hot. It won’t be long before he feels hot between his legs. And hard. 

Then it become unbearable. He would want a release. Release in the form of merciless and explosive sex. 

“Thanks for the soup. It was good” Hunter tried to stand still but a blistering feeling got over him. 

He looked at Zara while pointing at himself, “I feel weird, Zara. My body… It is very hot and vibrating. I don’t know what’s happening to me.” 

“It’s nothing but stress, baby Zara closed the distance and covered his face with her hands. 

She was drilled to feel Hunter pressing has check in her palms. He held her waist and came closer. 

“You have been overworking yourself without any break. You need a release 

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Chapter 51 

Zara bit her lips as she lowered her gaze. You are hard for me. Hunter” 

His jet–hued eyes stilled on her face. He was puzzled at how his body was suddenly reacting. Hunter knew one thing that he didn’t want to do anything intimate with Zara. He tried to keep his composure and walked out of her hold. 

“I have some enuils to answer. 11. Go to my study. 

Zara nodded, “Sure. Meanwhile, I’ll go wear something sexy for you.” 

Hunter felt lead settle in his gut. He licked his lips awkwardly and moved backwards, 

“Now that you are craving for me, how can I keep you waiting! I hope you don’t mind me wearing one of Claire’s lingerie.” 

Hunter wanted to correct her that Claire didn’t have lingerie. She never had to wear them to seduce him. Just one shy smile of her lips and he’d lose 

his senses. 

He let Zara scamper upstairs to their room. Then he arrived at his study room taking help of the walls as his head was overcome by persistent throbbing. His eyes have become blurry too. Standing by the support of the wall for a while, he closed the door and fastened the locks. Hunter sank in the oval shaped black couch in the corner and closed his eyes as the burning sensation embraced him completely. 

In the bedroom upstairs, Zara checked herself in the red see–through lingerie she carried with her. It stood out on her white skin, making her look ethereal. She skipped undies as she wanted Hunter to have easy access. She rubbed some aromatic oil on her skin and around her p*ssy, 

Her lips curved in a winning smile. She admired herself from different angles. Then she pinched her nipples to make them hard and spanked her 

visible ass. 

Poor Claire. She lost everything to me, including her husband. Am I guilty!” She raised an eye at her reflection before bursting into hysterical laughter. “I am not 

Then she came down to Hunter’s study room 

“Hunter, darling. I am ready” She tried to turn the knob but it wouldn’t unlock. 

“Hunter! I am here. Please let me in.” Zara kept calling him while twisting the knob. 

However, it didn’t take her long to decipher that he locked himself inside. 

Her eyes set afire as a tide of indignation rolled through her. She gulped back tears of insult as the sting of his disregard fueled her growing anger. 

“You shouldn’t have done that, Hunter. You shouldn’t have locked me out. I waited for this night for months. You will not get seethed and threw an overcoat on her body.