Dear Billionaire, I'm Not Your Wife Anymore! - Chapter 23: Chapter 23

Could he be thinking about having sex? Didn't Linda satisfy him tonight?
Hadn't they already been to a hotel? Why come here to disgust me again?
"I'm used to sleeping alone, there's no need to sleep together." I frowned in refusal, my tone clearly rejecting, my facial expression extremely cold.
Braden's eyes darkened slightly, his face also becoming unpleasant. "Today is the 8th."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and pressed against the wall, and the entire room suddenly fell into darkness.
My breathing tightened, feeling somewhat uneasy. "Braden, go back to your room, I don't want to..."
Before I could finish my words, a large palm suddenly gripped my wrist from the darkness, with such force that I could hardly break free.
I tried to resist, but accidentally fell into his embrace. Through the dim light, I vaguely saw the sharp and oppressive aura between his brows.
Just as I was about to stand up, he suddenly tightened one arm around my waist from behind, pressing me down firmly.
"Let me go." I immediately became angry, my voice changed, and my cheeks flushed red with anger.
"Have you been drinking?" He suddenly spoke, his tone carrying accusation.
I had only drunk half a glass, and it had been two hours ago, but I didn't expect him to still notice. I turned my face away, not intending to answer.
His hand suddenly pinched my chin, his thin lips approaching directly.
I instinctively reached up to cover my mouth, turned my head to avoid him, and dodged without hesitation.
He seemed to be enraged, suddenly flipping over to press me beneath him, his movements forceful and cold, his hands firmly pinning my wrists above my head, not allowing me to struggle free.
Just when I felt completely powerless, I suddenly remembered that I was having my period. So I simply closed my eyes and stopped struggling.
However, he stopped at this moment, motionless, as if he had instantly lost interest.
In the darkness, he coldly dropped a sentence: "Don't think I'll beg you for this."
I sighed softly in my heart—no need to beg, don't ever beg me in this lifetime.
Even if you did beg, I wouldn't agree.
The next morning, I was still eating breakfast when Leo's call came in, his tone sounding somewhat urgent.
"Charlotte, do you have time? We have an investor meeting on Wednesday, and we need you to give a speech on stage."
"Okay, I'll prepare the speech in advance." I immediately agreed.
"Will there be pressure?" Leo asked with some concern.
I knew he was worried about my lack of stage experience. After all, the experimental analysis proposal I had written had already amazed him, so naturally he hoped the speech would also be completed by me personally.
"No, don't worry! I'll prepare well." I answered confidently.
"See you Wednesday."
After breakfast, I went upstairs to start preparing. Since this was a speech for investors, I absolutely couldn't take it lightly.
On weekend evening, I was playing with Toby in the living room when I suddenly heard the sound of the door opening from the entrance.
Braden came home carrying Mia, and my daughter had a new toy in her arms, probably something he had just bought for her.
"Toby! I missed you." As soon as Mia saw Toby, she jumped down from his arms and rushed over enthusiastically. Toby also wagged his tail happily to greet her.
But when Braden approached, Toby immediately tucked his tail and hid by my feet, looking extremely frightened.
He... seemed to really be afraid of Braden.
That night, I cuddled in bed listening to my daughter tell me about the interesting things that happened at grandma's house, feeling warmth in my heart. Although Olivia had never liked me, her love for Mia was genuine.
Three days passed in a flash. Every day after dropping off my daughter, I rushed home to bury myself in revising the speech.
The night before the speech, I sent the draft to Leo. After reading it, he was very pleased. Although he didn't know when I had picked up this profession again, he praised my draft for combining theory with practice, with clear and persuasive viewpoints.
Wednesday morning at eight o'clock, after dropping off my daughter at school, Leo called.
"Charlotte, the meeting starts at ten. Come early to prepare."
"I'll be right over," I replied.
Half an hour later, I arrived at the conference hall on the third floor of the experimental building at New York Medical University.
Cole and Leo were already there.
I walked over carrying my bag and smiled in greeting: "Seniors."
Leo smiled at me: "Charlotte, I'm looking forward to your speech later. I believe with your speech draft, we can definitely secure the best investment opportunity for us."