Chapter 140: Welcoming Drinks at the Lounge

"Rylie Norrell, you're not running a fever, are you? Back then, if you weren't trying to dodge that disaster, why would you have married that loser? He was just your shield, a human umbrella to keep the storm off you. Don't tell me you actually fell for him?" Rylie's cheeks flushed at once. She hurried to explain, "Yvonne, Reginald Lyson isn't that awful. You don't know this, but lately… he's changed a lot." "Changed, my ass. He's still trash. A crow can preen all it wants, it's not turning into...