"I want a divorce!"
"You're pregnant and want a divorce? No way!"
A month later, she handed over the medical record about her irregular menses.
"No pregnancy means we are not working hard enough. Want to divorce? No way!"
After ten months of pregnancy, she gave birth to a cute, sweet, and chubby son.
"Not a daughter? You want to divorce? No way!"
"Why is it so difficult to divorce?" Her grief seemed to be beyond tears. "What exactly do you want?"
Who would have thought that Mike Abraham, who was cold-blooded and ruthless, would be so crazy when he doted on a woman?

Pampered by the Demon

Scarlett was fooled by Mike's exaggeration.


She closed Mike's files and forced him to stop working and have a rest.


She touched his forehead to check the temperature.


"It's a little hot. You have to eat something first and then take the medicine."


She had never seen such a workaholic. He was sick and still wanted to work.


Mike's tone was indifferent, but his gaze was determined.


"Drink this bowl of soup first." She held the soup bowl in her hand and spurned herself in her heart.


She deserved to be suppressed by Mike because she was still worried about him.


She was accustomed to his high-spirited appearance. Seeing his weak appearance, she felt uncomfortable and guilty.


After all, he was sick because he bought her the medicine.


After receiving the soup she handed over, Mike took a sip and immediately frowned in disgust.


How Would They Know?