Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

142 Chapter 142

Chloe heard her daughter yelling in front of the door. She opened her eyes instantly, and her mind flashed all the things she had done with Vernon last night.

She lowered her head to look at Vernon, still burying his face between her boobs, sleeping so comfortably that he actually snored.

"Oh, shit…" Chloe mumbled, realizing she fucked up badly because she drowned in pleasure last night. She remembered everything, of course.

She remembered how Vernon carried her to his bed and made her 'his woman' for a night, even though it was obvious that Chloe was just a stand-in for the real woman in Vernon's heart.

But, she actually gave in and enjoyed the whole thing, even went as far as taking the initiative to tell him about her struggle as a woman, the hell she went through marrying and living with Vincent, and asked Vernon to ruin that man's life as an act of revenge.

To top it all off, she… took the initiative to kiss Vernon right on his lips, as if they were actually lovers.

'Chloe, what have you done?!' Chloe wanted to beat herself over this. She was in control last night because Vernon was drunk out of his wits.

Yet, she took advantage of his drunken stupor just to relieve herself.

Chloe was absolutely ashamed that she just wanted to flee the scene right-the-fuck-now!

But Vernon's hands wrapped tightly around her waist, making it impossible for her to flee.

Chloe tried to wiggle her way out of Vernon's embrace, but Vernon actually tightened his hug and buried his face deeper between her boobs. He was still snoring, proof that he was still in deep sleep after drinking way too much last night.

But it wasn't the time to be relieved. She needed to find a way to escape and acted as if nothing ever happened between them tonight. She didn't want to face Vernon's absolute rage and disgust after he woke up!

"MOMMY! ARE YOU THERE?! MOMMY, MACKIE WILL SAVE YOU!" Mackie yelled as loud as possible while banging the door— now with a broom as a sign of effort. "UNCLE, LET GO OF MY MOMMY!"

'Darn it, Mackie will wake him up!' Chloe's mind was chaotic right now. She had no chance to escape, and if she wanted to get the fuck out, she had to wake Vernon up and tell him to release his grip around her waist.

"MOMMY!"

Mackie's urging call also gave her anxiety. Since there was no other way, she took a deep breath, preparing her mental fortitude so she wouldn't cry when Vernon blasted at her.

Chloe gently caressed Vernon's hair and said, "Vernon, let me go, okay? I need to take care of Mackie."

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Vernon was still unresponsive, but when she tried to separate herself, he automatically tightened his hug to ensure that 'his woman' stayed close to him.

Chloe brainstormed to find a way to persuade this big manchild to release her. She blushed when she had this idea in her mind. She never actually said this to anyone, not even Vincent, because that bastard never liked to be called one by her.

'Okay, you can do this, Chloe! He is still sleeping. This is the best time, or everything will go downhill if you don't escape now!' Chloe encouraged herself to face the devil who was currently burying his face between her boobs.

Chloe took another deep breath and said while combing Vernon's hair gently, "H—Husband, release me now. I need to take care of… our daughter…."

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Vernon finally released his grip around her waist, mumbling in his sleep, "Don't be long… I need you…."

Chloe blushed even harder, and her heartbeat sped up. She didn't believe that actually worked!

Who would've expected a playboy that could never maintain a relationship for more than a few weeks actually have such a soft spot?

'He is a playboy, but he's willing to be called husband?' Chloe wondered, finding it absolutely unbelievable. 'That woman who fills his heart is absolutely lucky. I'd kill to be her.'

Chloe had never called her husband 'husband' before. Not even when they were still in their honeymoon phase. He said he didn't like it and found it cringy and weird.

So most of the time, Chloe called her husband dear, honey, or just straight up calling his name, which Vincent preferred the most.

It was so cold, and at that time, Chloe always thought no man would like to be called 'husband' because it was cringy.

Either she just happened to date and marry the wrong man, or Vernon was just a special man willing to be called 'husband.'

"MOMMY, MACKIE WILL BRING SOMETHING BIGGER TO OPEN THE DOOR!" Mackie yelled, much to Chloe's surprise.

She snapped out of her daze and gently pushed Vernon until he lay on his back, still sleeping, but suddenly stopped snoring.

'Huh, strange. Why did he stop snoring?' Chloe wondered. But she had no time to think twice. She quickly got up and headed to the door. But before she could reach the door knob, she just realized that she was naked and had nothing on her body except a tiny lingerie when Vernon suddenly carried her into his bed.

'Oh shit, I need to find that lingerie!' Chloe thought as she started to panic again.

But, the room was dim, with only a few dim purple lights on the ceiling, making it impossible for her to search for something so small in Vernon's bedroom.

'I can't turn on the light as well. Vernon will wake up instantly!'

CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!

"MOMMY! MACKIE BROUGHT A PAN FROM THE KITCHEN!" Mackie reported as she started banging the pan on the door, making loud noises that would wake anyone up.

Her head turned towards Vernon again, relieved when she saw him still closing his eyes.

'Okay, think Chloe, you must find something to cover your body first!' Chloe thought. She looked around the room and noticed the wardrobe.