After Divorcing the Tycoon, I Married into a Wealthy Family Again-Chapter 50 - s: You still want to kill me

Florence Fuller inexplicably pulled her arm back, but before she had taken a few steps, Luke Gardiner sat down on the ground and slid down, gradually stopping.

The two of them looked at each other from a distance.

Fortunately, he had protective gear on, and judging by the way Florence looked at him, he wasn’t hurt. He took off the gear from his legs and tossed it in front of Florence, exclaiming furiously, "You’re just hoping I’d die so you can become a widow, huh?"

Florence picked up the protective gear and threw it back at him directly: "Falling like that, you certainly won’t die."

"I came here just for you! During the New Year, I ran over here with you, and you’re ignoring me completely. I can’t ski, so I specifically bought equipment just to follow you, and this is how you treat me... How could you treat me like this."

Maybe the skiers couldn’t understand his words, but his tone was as dramatic as someone throwing a tantrum or threatening to hang himself, as if Florence were some heartless scoundrel, drawing the attention of the staff outside.

Even some tourists turned their heads toward them.

Florence scooped up a handful of snow and hurled it at his face. With his hat and goggles, the snow couldn’t hit his face directly, yet Luke clutched his face as if Florence had actually hit him, wailing: "You’re hitting me! You’re trying to kill me."

"Shut up!" Florence truly wanted to kill him then.

"Pull me up."

Luke reached out his hand.

Florence paused for a moment and then reached out her hand.

Luke struggled to get up with her help, trembling as he tried to steady himself, but before he could stand firmly, Florence suddenly yanked his hand down.

Snow scattered lightly across the ground.

Luke fell awkwardly.

"You..." he gasped for breath, "This time I won’t argue with you, hurry and pull me up."

Florence reached out her hand unwillingly: "Why are you adding to the chaos if you can’t ski?"

"I came looking for you and you say I’m causing trouble!" He stood, lowering his head to meet her gaze through his goggles. Afraid she would leave, he reached out to grab her arm: "Let’s set aside our grievances for now. What am I supposed to do if you don’t help me? I’ve already skied halfway here."

"Do whatever you want." Florence tried to shake off Luke’s hand!

"Oh come on!" Luke’s voice was pleading: "Honey, I’m begging you, don’t leave me here."

"You’re such an adult, and you’re scared of a little skiing."

"Do you think I want to be?" He managed to grab Florence with both hands, secretly heaving a sigh of relief: "When I was a kid learning, I nearly fell to death and was hospitalized for months."

Since then, he’s been very resistant and never tried skiing again.

This time he really went all out to win her over.

Florence saw he wasn’t faking his fear: "I’ll call a coach for you, you can learn slowly."

"I don’t want that!" He refused immediately: "Falling with a male coach is embarrassing."

"A female coach then."

"I still don’t want one." He clung to Florence: "I just want you."

"I can barely take care of myself and teach you, let go of me." She tried to free her hands, but Luke was wobbling: "I’m begging you～"

Florence raised an eyebrow: "You want to be hospitalized for months again?"

Luke felt an ominous sensation, but still gritted his teeth: "If I fall with you, I’ll accept it."

So, the staff at the edge of the ski resort could see it.

A man in a deep blue ski suit stood beside a woman in a purple ski suit, the man clearly couldn’t ski and couldn’t even stand upright, while the woman seemed casually indifferent, and the man was falling one after another.

A bit pitiful.

"Stand correctly, I’ll count three two one and then let go."

"Three

Two..."

Before Florence could say "one," Luke suddenly slid again, taking Florence down with him, though she was okay, landing straight onto Luke.

Luke groaned.

Florence glared at him: "I hadn’t finished counting to one, why did you move!"

Luke panted: "How am I supposed to know if you’d suddenly let go again like before, I’m scared so I tried to anticipate it."

Florence was a bit guilty; she indeed was messing with him somewhat, so she slowly climbed up.

Before she could steady herself, Luke tugged her back down straight onto him again.

Luke grunted, holding her tightly.

"Let me go!"

"After making me fall so many times, you’re still not satisfied." Luke said.

Florence was slightly stunned, knowing she had been playing around with him.

"Let go, it’s not about satisfaction, if you’re bad at it, practice more."

Luke muffled a chuckle, holding her even tighter.

"Luke, let me go," Florence pressed her hand on his face, trying to climb up.

"I won’t." He laughed boldly twice: "Since you’ve made me fall so many times, what’s wrong with holding you for a bit?"

"Pervert! Don’t be so shady here, I’ll call someone!"

"I’m holding my wife, how’s that shady." Luke bumped his head against hers.

Their hats bumped together, and Florence froze for a few seconds.

Seeing her dazed look, Luke felt both amused and adorable, moved closer, and kissed her through his mask.

Then, Florence quickly slapped him across the face.

The slap caught Luke off guard, making him fall back into the snow, while Florence kneeled on him, grabbing snow to press onto his mask: "You can’t control your own mouth, huh, huh!"

"Cold! Cold! Cold! I was wrong, I was wrong!"

Luke was pressed beneath her, unable to dodge.

After this mess, Florence expended quite a bit of energy, crossed her arms and glared at him, while Luke, having laughed enough, laid back on the ground: "Though I really like this position, people are watching and it’s cold on the ground."

Florence realized she was sitting on him.

Quickly, she rose up, brushed the snow off herself, and accidentally met the gaze of a man in the distance.

The man wore a dark purple ski suit, a white helmet, and a black shiny visor, with a black mask.

She clearly stared at him for a while, then the man turned away first and skied away.

It must have been just her imagination.

Her gaze continued to follow that slender figure until it vanished, and Luke’s sinister voice sounded from behind: "Is it polite to stare at other men in front of your husband?"

Florence turned around: "So what?"

"I’m not bad looking, and you were so focused on that guy you couldn’t take your eyes off him, what if he has ugly eyes under the mask."

"Hmph!" Florence looked him up and down with disdain: "Definitely better than you."

Luke snorted.

This woman doesn’t even want to say nice things to appease him.

"Let’s go eat, I’m hungry." He grasped Florence’s wrist: "Don’t think about shaking me off and walking away alone."

At the ski resort restaurant.

Luke had been hungry all morning, skiing had also consumed his energy, and finally, he got to eat, sighing contentedly.

Florence seemed a bit distracted.

He noticed and was a bit displeased: "Still thinking about that man."

"Eat your food." She took a sip of water.

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