My Blind Wife Wants Divorced

“… what? What do you want to talk about?” Chloe asked bluntly.

Leonel chuckled softly, slowly sipping his coffee to prevent the woman from leaving her seat.

“Chloe… am I no longer in your heart? Is the door to your heart completely closed to me?”

Chloe rolled her eyes lazily. Although her tone sounded pleading, Chloe remained unyielding. After all, what was the point of returning to her ex-husband’s embrace? Chloe would be better off finding a replacement for Leonel, someone like Darren. But was that really what Chloe wanted? Was it true that she no longer loved Leonel? She looked at the man in front of her again, wanting to reassure herself whether Leonel still held a place in her heart.

Her heart raced, a faint blush filled Chloe’s ears. Realizing something was amiss, Chloe immediately turned away from Leonel. Damn it. What was wrong with her?

“Go away, I’m busy,” Chloe dismissed and quickly rose from her chair, walking towards her private room.

Chloe didn’t care if Leonel caused trouble. She could kick him out of the café and block his name.

“No, I’ll come with you.”

Suddenly, Leonel caught up with her steps so quickly, surprising Chloe.

“Hey! Don’t follow me!” Chloe exclaimed in protest, turning around and quickening her pace towards her private room.

Some customers who witnessed the scene wondered about Leonel’s actions but couldn’t do anything because it wasn’t their concern. Moreover, it seemed like their boss knew Leonel. If he went too far, they would intervene to prevent unwanted incidents.

“Why can’t I come? I think it’s only fair, right?” Leonel expressed, smiling broadly, delighted that he had silenced Chloe and managed to trail behind her.

There was no further conversation between the two. After entering the room, Chloe busied herself with some documents on the table, resembling an office worker.

“Chloe, aren’t you tired? Let me help-”

Chloe’s hand reached forward, giving Leonel a cold stare.

“No need. I can do this myself. Leave or stay quiet, and don’t act out either,” Chloe explained succinctly.

Leonel fell silent, even though he couldn’t engage in much conversation with Chloe. However, seeing her for the rest of the day was truly a blessing for him. It also prevented Darren from approaching his ex-wife while they were together, as Leonel intended to follow Chloe throughout the day.

Everywhere and anywhere, except for the restroom, Leonel would not join her. That was a matter of privacy, and Leonel wouldn’t casually intrude.

“Unless we’re husband and wife, I could follow you to the bathroom.

Hearing Leonel’s banter, Chloe paused her activity. Her hand trembled with fear, but shortly after, Chloe regained her composure.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“Please stop your dirty imagination, Leonel. If you think like that again, I’ll kick you out.”

Leonel chuckled softly, then looked back at Chloe. She appeared to be almost finished with her tasks and would soon leave her seat; at least, Leonel thought.

After a short while, Leonel’s assumption turned out to be correct. After finishing the documents on the table, Chloe got up from her chair and left the room, leaving Leonel alone.

“That woman… she didn’t even wait for me,” Leonel murmured softly, observing his ex-wife’s behavior. “But I’ll make sure you won’t act like this again once you fall into my hands, Chloe, just wait and see.”

Two minutes later, Leonel exited Chloe’s room and looked around, searching for Chloe’s whereabouts, of course. After all, his purpose in coming here was to meet Chloe. Then, Leonel’s peripheral vision caught Chloe walking out of the café towards her private car.

“I will keep following you, Chloe, wherever you go.” Regardless of whether he would be mistaken for a stalker, his determination was unwavering. He didn’t care if he was labeled a crazy man. Chloe indeed drove him crazy.

Some waiters looked at Leonel strangely, some praised him, and others mocked him.

Meanwhile, Chloe was inside her car, letting out a long sigh. Chloe then gave an instruction.

“Drive the car, go to a secluded place or anywhere peaceful. I’m tired.”

Brad, looking weary, briefly glanced at Chloe, nodded, and complied. Brad had no idea that his car was being followed.

***

Leonel felt like cursing at the situation. Despite his efforts to chase after Chloe’s car, his eyes were fixed on the sedan with license plate T-115-A. Sometimes the vehicle sped up; sometimes, it slowed down. What Leonel knew was that a loyal driver was accompanying Chloe.

He breathed a sigh of relief when the car he was tailing pulled over onto the shoulder of the road, entering the parking area of a renowned restaurant in Beverly Hills.

Unfortunately, Chloe wasn’t alone. As soon as Leonel stepped inside, he discovered Darren there. Leonel’s fists clenched tightly.

“Are you following me?” Chloe asked disbelief in her eyes. When she looked back, she saw Leonel. She had been trying to avoid any encounter with her ex-husband.

“No. I was heading here,” Leonel said with a forced smile, although his eyes were fixed on Darren, who was still near the cashier’s counter.

“Outrageous!” Chloe hissed, displeased. She walked with a slightly heavy step, where Darren was already approaching. At least she was trying to be by Darren’s side.

“Wait, Chloe,” Leonel said in a rushed manner.

Seeing Leonel’s behavior towards Chloe made Darren feel irritated. After all, he had been witnessing every action Leonel took toward Chloe. It seemed as if Leonel intentionally provoked Darren.

Since Leonel appeared behind Chloe, Darren knew her ex-husband exhibited highly suspicious behavior.

“Can’t you be more polite to Chloe? You know she doesn’t like your presence right now!” Darren said to Leonel, right in front of Chloe, as they were in a cafe where he intended to spend time with her. It happened after his practice hours, and Chloe wanted to meet him outside the restaurant.

However, Leonel continued to follow and monopolize all of Chloe’s attention. But Chloe showed no interest in just staring at Leonel. She made her stance clear in front of Darren.

“I know you’re tired now and need food to stabilize your stress,” Leonel said to Chloe, who stared sharply at him, making her uncomfortable. Before Chloe could respond, Leonel had already walked towards the waiter to order a lot of food for her.

Seeing Leonel’s behavior, Darren felt fed up, as if his presence here was no longer acknowledged. Chloe had come to meet him. Leonel was the one who wasn’t needed here. Why did he come back?

It made Chloe feel guilty towards Darren, as he was the one who invited her to dine at this restaurant, but Leonel’s presence only worsened the atmosphere.

“You don’t have to bother ordering food for me because the waiter will bring it to this table. I’ll order the food I want myself,” Chloe said curtly. Her eyes also showed her displeasure towards Leonel. “It’s a waste for you to order so much food if I don’t eat it!” Chloe snapped at Leonel, who held his hand to his chest, not caring about Darren’s presence. Her anger couldn’t be contained any longer. It was ridiculous that Leonel continued to gaze at Chloe, a thin smile forming on his lips.

“I don’t even care if you don’t want to eat it, but at least I did my best for you. Remember, people change, don’t they?” Leonel said to Chloe, then looked at Darren with a sarcastic tone.

“Say whatever you want, but I don’t want to touch the ordered food. Please leave. I don’t want to deal with you anymore!” Chloe indirectly expelled Leonel’s presence, making him furrow his brows, not understanding what Chloe was saying.

“I will never leave, no matter what. I was hoping you could pay more attention to me than this guy. After all, I’m your ex-husband, Chloe! So, I know better than anyone else what you want,” Leonel said confidently, then looked towards Darren, who remained silent. He was already tired of Leonel’s behavior towards Chloe in his presence.

“It’s up to you! The important thing is that I don’t want to see you in front of me again!” Chloe said firmly, as the more she dealt with and spoke with Leonel, the more angry she became with him.