The CEO’s Ex-Wife Can’t Escape

To Love You Again, My Husband

Chapter 5: Cheating to ChasingText property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Airina’s eyes faltered as her heart thumped. She couldn’t discern if it was because she was stunned by what he did or if she was happy about it. Regardless, she was in a daze for a while before she pushed him away and tried to compose her quivering breaths.

“… You really must have gone insane, Jackson.”

Without a doubt, Jackson sexily and in a slow, agonizing way, wiped his lips as if savoring the taste of her shoulders and nodded at her words.

“I agree. Because you looked brilliant tonight.”

She snickered, “And you’re being shockingly disrespectful. I thank you for helping me, but biting my shoulder is something only a pervert will do.”

Jackson was in disbelief. He swallowed his saliva with difficulty and exhaled deeply. “I’d be a pervert for you. Enjoyed it?”

Airina frowned at his unfamiliar words. If he was deciphering about the bite he just did, she couldn’t utter a definite answer – not that she liked it because he was the one who did it, but the familiar sensual tension between them occurred again. They had never shared a kiss while married; she couldn’t say she wasn’t stunned.

With a gulp, she firmly said, “We’re divorced. It’s only right for you to leave now Mister. Otherwise, I’d call the police.”

Her serious eyes made him breathe out. He looked at his thumb that he used to wipe his lips and told her, “I forgot to say. I drank alcohol, I can’t drive.”

Airina was shocked. “Then, why did you drive?”

“I suddenly forgot about it.”

“Then call your assistant or anyone.”

She was starting to feel mad because of this man. She had encountered many ‘coincidences’ tonight due to his unreadable actions for the future – sometimes it struck her heart with anticipation, but it was more of resentment. She clenched her fists.

Jackson coyly smirked at her; his eyes shaped into a sweet crescent half-moon.

His tone was teasing, “I forgot my phone with him.”

“Then do something-”

“I can’t drive, so do you.”

She warned him, “Really stupid.”

Airina approached him, her bare shoulders heaved to her every movement, and her calculated breaths due to her tight and sexy gown made him gulp his saliva.

“Was I the only one who enjoyed this fateful encounter?”

“Yes.”

Jackson extended his hand, reaching out for her hair and caressing it gently, “You’ve become prettier, Airina.”

“I needn’t your praises. Now, leave.”

“I’ll sleep with you.”

She slapped his hand, “Leave.”

He blinked his eyes, retracting his hand hesitantly, “Can I at least sleep in the guest room?”

“Because?”

“I am your beloved-”

“You are my cheating ex-husband. Leave my room.”

Jackson sighed and nodded his head with his teasing smile. Furious, she slammed the door and took a deep breath.

She mumbled, “How hateful…”

Jackson, who sat on the cushion softly chuckled. It was a white lie to say that he drunk wine earlier. In fact, he never even did, it was juice he drank. Fortunately, he didn’t take a sip of wine, lest he had this chance to stay in this lovely house filled with lovely people.

*

Airina woke up from her deep slumber and moaned in the bright light the sun emitted to her windows. Yawning, she sat up and instinctively looked at the mirror, reliving the moment when Jackson’s eyes were filled with desire as if he’d devoured her in a flash. She rose from her seat and yawned again, going into her restroom to wash her mouth and face. After putting on some skincare routine, she faintly smiled and gently patted her cheeks.

“Is he still here? I’d hit his head if that hateful guy is still here…”

She opened the door and was greeted by no one in the living room. She tilted her head in bewilderment, asking herself where he had gone. He couldn’t have gone to the guest room since that was locked.

She hastily descended the stairs, noticing a sticky note set on the desk in front of the cushion. She felt a momentary uneasiness, but she dismissed it and reluctantly read its contents.

It contained nothing much but a simple, [‘You still looked like a child while sleeping. Think of me each day, Airina.’]

She crumpled the sticky note and threw it in the trash can.

“Shameless!”

Evan, who heard her rant early in the morning, tilted his head and asked drowsily.

“What are you whining about, sister? Hmm…” He touched his head, completely forgotten what occurred last night.

Airina gritted her teeth, gently slapping her cheeks to prevent him from seeing them red. “Why did you drink so much last night? Do you even remember what you did?!”

Evan dazedly blinked his eyes at her, truly innocent. “I don’t know… did I do something wrong? Maybe a sorry will do…?”

Airina took a deep exhale and shook her head disbelievingly. She wouldn’t be able to do anything to this innocent younger brother of hers, would she? If it hadn’t been for Jackson for making her unable to forget last night, she wouldn’t be suffering this irritation.

She groaned and threw the pillow from the couch to Evan, “Just wash your face, you little thing.”

Evan, not knowing why she was angry in the first place, furrowed his brows confusedly.

He blinked two times then upon recalling something, he curiously asked, “Did you call an Uber last night?”

Airina closed her eyes. Was it because she was ashamed of what happened last night or the fact that she couldn’t forget it, rather, her heart was wanting for more? Exasperatedly, she nodded her head.

“Yes, a very annoying Uber.”

“Did he hit you?”

“… Yes.”

Evan gasped, “Call the police, Rina!”

Airina scoffed, “Tch, why are you still lurking here when you have your afternoon class?! Go wash up before I throw you this pan.”

Evan humphed. “Are you sure that Uber didn’t hit you?” He suspiciously eyed her, as if checking if she was stating the truth.

Airina raised her brow, “What? Wanna get hit instead?”

Evan rolled his eyes, “Tch, I was just worried. Ah, and now that we’re on topic… what did Jackson tell you while you two were in the balcony?”

Airina halted cutting the onions and the tension in her shoulders loosened when she dropped it. “… Nothing.”

Evan snickered, “I don’t want to dictate your life… but if Jackson wants you back, I hope you seriously reconsider it.”

Airina smiled at Evan’s expressive personality and giggled. If she hadn’t signed that divorce paper, would Evan be able to smile freely like this? She doubted that.

She merrily nodded her head, assuring him. “Of course.”

“Then, I’ll wash up.” He yawned, placing the pillow he was carrying back to the cushion. He headed inside his room and closed it with a lock.

Airina shifted her eyes from Evan’s bedroom door and released a sigh. Last night’s occurrence was only because Jackson wanted her, not because he had feelings for her.

“It’s interesting how you came from cheating to chasing, Jackson.”

She scoffed amusingly.