Chapter １１２

This woman really knows how to hurt me to pieces.

I rolled over and got off her.

Krista lay still in bed.

I took out my cigarette case and lit a cigarette.

She sat up, buttoned her clothes slowly, got out of bed, turned to face me, pulled out the smoke in my mouth, put it in the ashtray on the bedside table, and pressed it out.

"Smoking is bad for your health." She spoke faintly.

I frowned. "This is my own body."

She nodded. "I know, but you have grandparents beside you, and Afra too, and the Fischer group waiting for you to take care of. This is your body, but you have no say."

"Krista, do you think you are still qualified to say such a thing to me now?"

She dropped her eyes. "Yes, we are no longer husband and wife. Even meeting is redundant."

"Whether you should or not, it is never up to you."

I looked at her indifferently. "I'm giving you three days. After three days, come back to City A."

Her face was full of surprise and she was busy saying, "I won't go back."