Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife-Chapter 38: This Clothing Is Not His at All

She was wearing a very sexy nightgown.

"Hunter, what do you want to eat? I’ll make it for you."

Hunter Warren said displeased, "Why are you sleeping next to me?

Did I ever tell you not to randomly get into my bed?"

"It was you..."

"Don’t say I got drunk last night and touched you.

I’m very clear-minded, even when I’ve had a drink, I don’t act foolishly."

Hunter Warren interrupted Zenia Yates, his expression growing sharper.

Zenia bit her lip, her eyes teary: "You didn’t act foolishly.

I was just a bit tired from taking care of you.

I only wanted to nap for a moment by the side of the bed, but somehow I fell asleep next to you."

Zenia knew that a man like Hunter Warren was incredibly smart.

Lying in front of him had no good outcome.

Hunter got out of bed and grabbed his clothes, "Don’t let it happen again."

However, in that moment of looking at the clothes, he paused for a moment.

He glanced around the house, "Did I really come here wearing these clothes last night?"

Zenia nodded, "Yes."

His gaze landed on Zenia.

She was lying.

These clothes were definitely not his.

But how did he end up wearing someone else’s clothes here?

His brow furrowed, deep in thought.

Zenia stepped forward, a little worried: "Hunter, what’s wrong?

I know what happened last night was my fault, please don’t be angry, okay?"

As she spoke, she squatted in front of Hunter and held his hand.

Hunter stood up, avoiding her touch.

"There’s something I need to do today, I’m leaving first."

He put on his clothes and walked out. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Zenia moved forward and grabbed his wrist, "Hunter, in your heart... do I even matter to you?"

Hunter looked at her coldly, "Zenia, I despise women who don’t know their place.

So you’d better figure out who you are right now.

Don’t make me look down on you."

"What is my status now, Hunter, tell me.

I don’t even know what I am anymore.

Faye says I’m the third party who ruined her marriage.

But did you really love me in your heart?"

Zenia began to cry as she spoke, "Am I not your fiancée?"

Hunter’s brow raised slightly, his eyes dangerously focused on Zenia.

"If I never loved you, are you planning to leave me?

Don’t worry, I won’t stop any woman from leaving if she doesn’t want to stay with me."

Hearing this, Zenia immediately panicked.

She grasped his hand tighter, "Hunter, I’m sorry, I was wrong.

I was just... just worried you might leave me."

Hunter withdrew his hand from hers and turned to leave.

After stepping outside, he noticed his car parked right at the villa entrance, adding to his confusion.

He vaguely remembered arranging for a driver last night.

But... wasn’t he supposed to meet Henry Sullivan?

So why did the hazy memory he had involve Faye Townsend?

Was it a dream?

And what about these clothes? What’s the deal with these clothes?

In the morning, the doorbell of the house rang.

Faye Townsend, who was looking at information for studying abroad, got up and went to open the door.

It was the dry cleaner’s delivery person returning the shirt she sent for cleaning last night.

She took the shirt back inside, momentarily lost in thought.

Last night she considered taking in Hunter Warren, how ridiculous.

It’s often said that people are impulsive at night, and it seems true.

She raised her brows slightly, letting her gaze fall on the pristine white shirt.

It’s a pity, it no longer has an owner.