He Clings to Me Every Night

Chapter 611: 611: The Indescribable Taste

Chapter 611: Chapter 611: The Indescribable Taste

Daniel Marshall’s body stiffened abruptly, his face cold as ice, and in a deep, firm voice, he declared, “There is no divorce or separation in my life, only widowhood!”

Olivia Jenkins’s expression remained flat and emotionless, but her voice reached a screeching pitch, becoming somewhat grating, “Shameless! Let me clarify; there’s no hesitation in my life. I pick up and let go just like that, Geoffrey Gullington did so, and so can you!”

With a somber sadness in his deep eyes, Daniel still lowered his voice to patiently explain, “Wife, please trust me, I won’t mess around, I won’t betray you. Secretary Grace Ziegler and I have no inappropriate relationship, I only regard her as a little sister.

I’ve already transferred her away from the president’s office, and for the remaining staff, I’ll switch them all to males. I didn’t know she was so calculating, daring to provoke you like that. I know it was my mistake, that I didn’t handle it well, that I upset you, and I’m really sorry.

From now on, I’ll be careful to keep my distance, to get a good grasp of the situation, and I ask you to forgive me this once. I have never thought about using you and never will. My intention is never to hurt you. I’m not like Geoffrey Gullington; I sincerely want to grow old together with you.”

Olivia’s beautiful face glowed with self-confidence, her expression cold, as though encased in frost.

No matter how Daniel tried to explain, she adamantly shrugged off his hand, refusing his touch.

Huh…how many ‘little sisters’ does he have, each of them acting as if they’re his lovers!

Olivia looked at Daniel with nothing but contempt and mockery.

She admitted, Daniel was different from Geoffrey Gullington. Geoffrey Gullington was the openly bad type, but Daniel? He is a wolf in sheep’s clothing, a scum cladded in propriety!

“Daniel Marshall, aside from discussing our separation agreement, I have nothing to say to you. Your request is witheringly beneath me. My representative lawyer, Martin Wallace, will come to you with the separation agreement for signing,” she voiced out coldly.

After leaving these words, Olivia turned around and walked away decisively.

Daniel stood there, his sorrowful gaze lingering on her departing figure, “Wife, I don’t agree to the separation, not even a slim chance. I’ll never let you go; there is only one Mrs. Marshall, and that’s you!”

She didn’t care anymore. She didn’t look back, her retreating figure transmitted a chilling atmosphere as she gradually disappeared into the distance.

Even when Olivia had disappeared from his line of sight, Daniel’s sad gaze remained fixated there, still standing at the same place.

A feeling that was hard to describe rose within Daniel’s heart, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

He deserved this!

He had indeed brought it upon himself!

….

Back at Beverly Hills, Bella Thompson was still full of questions, a few things she couldn’t understand.

The old man remembered Michael Marshall, Daniel, and Olivia, but he peculiarly couldn’t recall her and Matthew Marshall which felt odd.

Bella Thompson also took a daring guess — could it be that the old man was pretending to have selective amnesia!

Michael Marshall also once made the old man very angry, their father-son relationship was really strained, but why did the old man remember this heart-breaking son?

Thinking about it, Bella Thompson was even more confident in her suspicion, eager to figure it out.

Lost in thought, Bella dialed a number.

Not long after, Edward Marshall arrived at the RenewalCare Hospital to visit his elder brother.

Although Michael Marshall and Daniel were not in the patient room and despite glaring bodyguards, Edward still felt extremely uncomfortable, his face stern.

Upon entering the patient room and facing his elder brother, Edward’s expression loosened a bit.

“Big brother, I heard your condition has improved a lot, I came to see you,” Edward said.

The old man snorted coldly, questioning, “Who are you?”