Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

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"Done," Vernon said as he sent the text. He looked at Chloe, who continued to shed tears nonstop even though he already did what she had asked. "I've done what you want, though I don't think something as simple as this would change a thing about Dorothea."

Chloe continued to shed tears. She quickly jumped to hug Vernon after he said that he had done sending a text to Dorothea.

"Thank you so much, Vernon," Chloe murmured in her hoarse voice. "I'm sorry for forcing you to send a text to Dorothea. But I see a deep sadness in her. I know it's her fault, and she deserves everything she experienced right now, but this is the least I could do so her Christmas wouldn't be so tragic. 

Vernon patted Chloe's head gently. He didn't know what image she had about him in her head, but…

"I'm not that vile, Chloe," Vernon said. "I don't plan to integrate her into our small family anytime soon, but that doesn't mean I won't be able to send a single text to her."

"But you didn't plan to text her until I beg you like this…" Chloe said. She felt extremely guilty for forcing Vernon again but couldn't let Dorothea cry on Christmas night. 

Vernon sighed. He patted Chloe's shoulder silently.

Truthfully, he didn't plan to say Merry Christmas to Dorothea. That old woman was simply out of his mind right after he took the kids to the toy store. 

He was filled with so much joy that he simply forgot about Dorothea until Chloe returned with tears on his face, crying, saying that she felt so guilty because Dorothea was so lonely.

'Chloe is so soft hearted…' Vernon thought while patting Chloe's back. 'She can sense someone else's pain, and even though it's not her responsibility to do anything, she'd still find a way to help that person.'

'What should I do with you, Chloe? You're so vulnerable, you're too kind to a fault,' Vernon thought. 'But I don't think I would fall in love with you if you don't have that trait. I've been a damaged man since I was young, I wouldn't be able to grow up normal if you hadn't come into my life.'

"It's fine, Chloe," Vernon said as he tried to pacify the woman in his embrace. "I know that you mean well. I won't get hurt just because of a single chat."

Chloe nodded. She buried her face in Vernon's chest, "You're an amazing man, Vernon. You did so much just to make me happy, even for something you don't like to do."

Vernon smiled. He knew he might've tolerated her plenty of times and wouldn't lie that he sometimes got too annoyed because Chloe could get extremely stubborn.

She could be rash and pushy, but alas, Vernon knew that she did it with good intentions for him. She wanted the best for Vernon, for their small family. 

Vernon embraced Chloe in silence for a while until she pushed herself out of his embrace and looked up at him, "Um, I think this should be the right moment for me to show you the gift I've prepared."

"A gift?" Vernon raised his brow. Though he already guessed that Chloe must've been hiding his gift somewhere in his room, he still acted surprised. After all, it was part of the fun, "What kind of gift do you have for me?"

Chloe's cheeks reddened. She looked to her left and right, ensuring Mackie wasn't lurking around. She then asked, "Mackie is already downstairs, right?"

"Well…" Vernon checked the clock on the wall. "It's already late at night, and Mackie is pretty exhausted after a long Christmas day, so yes, she is currently sleeping in her bed downstairs and probably wouldn't wake up until tomorrow morning."

Chloe swallowed her saliva and nodded, "Okay, I'll get ready then," Chloe said. "You stay in here and wait until I tell you to come to your room, alright?"

Vernon raised his brow. He actually got intrigued—excited even, to see what kind of gift Chloe had for him. 

"Okay then, I'll be waiting in here, just text me whenever the gift is ready," Vernon said. 

Chloe nodded. She dashed into Vernon's room and locked it inside. She then began to undress and went to his bathroom for a hot shower because she knew she'd have a long, sweaty night.

Vernon sat in the living room, waiting for Chloe to be done with whatever she was doing in his room. He couldn't lie that he was excited to see the 'gift' he'd receive.

Of course, he had something in mind, but he dared not to wish.

He'd be happy with whatever Chloe had for him. 

Vernon waited for thirty minutes until he got a text from Chloe.

—

From: Wife.

Turn off the living room's light, and walk into your room, your gift is ready.

—

Vernon raised his brow. He got excited as he already had plenty of perverted imagery of what Chloe was doing right now in his room. He sprung up from the sofa and turned off the light in the living room. He walked to the bedroom and opened it slowly.

Vernon could barely see anything as it was pitch dark everywhere. 

But he noticed a beautiful figure on his bed. She laid sideways, with her hand on her curvy waist. He took a deep breath, his imagination was running wild right now, and his blood instantly rushed to one spot in his body.

"My handsome man…." Chloe's voice was soft yet seductive. Her voice was a little shaky because she was also very nervous, but that didn't stop her from delivering her 'gift' to him. "Would you mind turning the lights on for me? I want you to see the gift I've prepared for you," Chloe said.

Vernon quickly flipped the switch, and in a split second, he got a full view of 'the gift' Chloe had mentioned just now.

His breath was taken the moment he saw the woman on his bed. Chloe was wearing nothing but a red ribbon that wrapped around her body nicely, it barely covered her freshly-shaven pussy, and the red ribbon ended on the chest area with a big butterfly ribbon that covered her nipples. 

She was wearing red lipstick matching the red ribbon.

Her chestnut hair was let loose. It was a bit damp after the bath, giving that lazy yet sexy look on her.

On top of that, Chloe had sprayed a perfume with a strong lavender scent, enhancing that warm, sweet, yet lazy scent on her.

Chloe was like a Christmas gift that fell from the sky and landed on Vernon's bed, waiting for Vernon to unwrap her so he could get the first taste of the gift he had been waiting for a long time. 

Vernon took a deep breath as he felt he was about to lose control of himself. If he had followed his instinct right now, he'd be pouncing on her and began to ravage Chloe without thinking twice.

But he knew that Chloe still wanted to go for a little roleplay, so he grinned and said, "Wow, what do we have here?" Vernon sat at the corner of the bed. He grabbed Chloe's feet, gently tracing his finger on her smooth ankle, and added, "It seems that I do get my Christmas gift, after all. I thought I'd get coal this year."

Chloe giggled, "You've been a good boy, Mr. Phoenix Gray. Of course you deserve to get your Christmas gift."

"Really? Then I must be a veeery good boy, because this gift is something that no other boy can get, right?" Vernon asked. He gently lifted her feet a little and kissed the ankle while his hawk-like eyes were still eyeing Chloe's face.

Chloe's cheeks reddened instantly as Vernon began tracing his lips from her ankle, leg, and thigh until he stopped on her waist area, where Vernon kept kissing the side of her supple ass cheek and giving it a light bite.

Chloe's body trembled with excitement. She tried her best to keep her composure and replied, "Y—Yes, no other boy can get this gift. This gift is special only for you, Mr. Phoenix Gray."

Vernon stopped nibbling on her ass cheeks and replied, "That's good. I will continue being a good boy every year, so no other boy will be able to taste this gift of mine."

Vernon gently flipped Chloe until she lay on her back. She instinctively clamped her thighs because she was embarrassed, but Vernon grabbed her inner thighs and then slowly split her thighs open, giving him a full view of Chloe.

Her pussy was already wet, proven by the damp red ribbon barely covering the lips. Her chest heaved up and down as Chloe got stimulated by his touch.

Vernon licked his lips as he savored the view of her body, "I wonder which part of you should I taste first, my love."