Chapter 164 Don't Want to Remarry You

Yvette took the initiative to pour me some water, moving with a rare softness. Taking the opportunity, I leaned down and started rummaging through the drawers, searching for that box of birth control pills. In our past life, she was adamant about being child-free, and I dutifully took all the precautions. But this time, things wouldn't be that easy. I needed to make sure she took this little "peace-of-mind pill" as soon as possible. I vaguely remembered putting the pills in the home medicine kit when we got married. After some digging, I finally found them. I checked the expiration date—just barely still good. What lucky timing. When she handed me the water, I quickly tore open the package, pressed a pill into her hand, and gave the water back to her. But before I could say a word, she grabbed my wrist with surprising strength, her grip like a vice. Her brows furrowed as she stared at me. "Owen, what are you trying to make me take?" Her sudden move startled me, and the pill slippe