Chapter 228 She's Angry Because I Don't Care About Her?

Yvette didn't pounce on me like I had expected. Instead, she lowered her gaze to her hand, where I had left a deep and glaring bite mark. The redness stood out sharply against her pale skin. She pressed her fingers against her temple, the faint veins on her forehead hinting at some internal struggle. Her icy gaze locked onto me, sharp and unwavering. "You hit someone and then bit me. And yet, you still think you have the right to act tough?" she said coldly. I shot up from the bed, my muscles tensing, ready for a fight. I snapped, "So what if I do? You deserved that bite for trying to stop me. And let's get one thing straight, our divorce is trending. The whole world knows we've gone our separate ways. I am not your husband anymore. You have no right to drag me to this hotel!" Yvette casually took off her coat and hung it on a nearby rack. She poured herself a glass of wine, taking a slow sip before finally shifting her gaze back to me. Her eyes had turned even sharper. She let o