Chapter 15 Wife?
Lindsey froze for a moment.
For an instant, she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her.
Why would Eliezer be here? The Woodward Group’s headquarters weren’t in the Nova Times Square.
“What’s he doing here?”
Brayden followed her gaze and immediately showed his disdain..
Lindsey was only dazed briefly before realizing why the man might be here.
He’d probably caught wind somehow that Lakesey Studio was planning to sign with Lunaris today, so he came to stake out the place, hoping to catch Sylvia. Eliezer had no idea the wife he’d tossed aside for three years overseas was Sylvia, the lead designer of Lakesey Studio.
“Let him be.”
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Lindsey casually withdrew her gaze.
The marriage was already over. She had no interest in being friends with her ex–husband. She wouldn’t even bother to say hi. Taking the roses, she walked beside Brayden with a graceful, laid–back air.
Eliezer had never seen Lindsey like this before.
Her once dull and heavy bangs were now swept back and braided into her long hair, revealing a bright face that dazzled in the sunlight.
He stared at her, refusing to believe that the woman in front of him could
be Lindsey.
How could that timid and dull girl possibly be the same woman who now exuded elegance and charm with every move?
But even from dozens of meters away, Eliezer clearly saw the crescent- shaped scar on her forehead.
It was from when they were kids. He’d taken her climbing and she fell from a tree. After the scar formed, she’d cried and insisted it looked cute and refused to have it removed. Their elders teased her about it for years.
After Jaelyn returned, Lindsey grew out her bangs, and no one mentioned childhood again.
There were plenty of people in the world who looked alike, but no one else would have that exact same scar.
It was her. No doubt about it.
The woman who had vanished for a week was now standing right in front of him. Without hesitation, Eliezer strode toward Lindsey. He didn’t even stop to wonder why she was there.
But just as he got close, he saw the tall man who’d given her the roses. lean in, arm sliding around her slender waist.
Eliezer’s face darkened. Before his brain could process it, his fist had swung toward that man’s face!
The sudden move caught everyone off guard.
Lindsey was dumbfounded. She didn’t even have time to curse and rushed to check on Brayden’s injury.
But before she could reach Brayden, her wrist was seized by a strong
hand.
She struggled to pull her hand back. “Eliezer, let go of me!”
Eliezer’s strength was overwhelming. He easily dragged her close to him. “Lindsey, you disappeared for a week, and this is what you’re doing? Fooling around out here?”
Lindsey’s face flushed with anger. She wanted to bite him. “Eliezer. what’s wrong with you? You’re hurting me! Let go of me!”
His grip loosened slightly at her words, but he was still holding her. “This isn’t where you should be. Come home with me.”
Lindsey almost laughed out of sheer disbelief, “Eliezer, if something’s wrong with your brain, go see a doctor. This isn’t where I should be? What, is it illegal for me to be here for work? And why the hell should I go anywhere with you? Let go of me!”
“Work? What kind of work would involve you accepting flowers from another man?”
Eliezer suddenly remembered the woman holding red roses that night, and now that side profile in his memory overlapped with the woman in front of him. The fury in him ignited like gasoline on a flame.
“Lindsey, even though you were kicked out of the Oconnell family, you shouldn’t stoop this low! Do you even know what kind of man he is?”
Brayden had just recovered from the punch when he heard that and couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Mr. Woodward, what kind of man am I? Which law says I can’t give someone flowers? And if accepting a bouquet of roses is considered stooping low, then there sure are a lot of people stooping low every day in this world.”
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and gave Eliezer a cold, mocking look.
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Obviously, this guy had misread the situation.
Sure. giving roses might be misleading, but who was Eliezer to judge?
He’d left his wife overseas and ignored her for three whole years, and now suddenly he wanted to play the concerned husband?
What a joke!
Eliezer yanked Lindsey behind him, staring at Brayden.
“Mr. Richmond, there’s no need to say what we both already know. You’re in the entertainment industry. You know better than anyone how dirty it can be. My wife is just an innocent girl, so I hope you’ll leave her alone.”
“Eliezer, we’re already divorced. Why would I need your permission to accept flowers? Who are you to control me?”
Lindsey forcefully shook off his hand.
Maybe it was the word “divorced” that struck a nerve. Eliezer’s grip suddenly loosened, and she broke free with ease.
A red mark circled her fair wrist. She frowned and rubbed at it, then walked straight back to Brayden.
“It’s turned red.” Brayden’s heart ached.
Ever since their little princess came home, everyone doted on her. And now this jerk had hurt her.
“Does it hurt? Want me to take you upstairs and put some medicine on it?”
It didn’t hurt, but Lindsey just wanted to get away from Eliezer. She nodded, looking visibly aggrieved.
Eliezer had felt a flicker of guilt seeing the red mark. But when he looked up and saw the two stood so close, the intimacy was more of a sting than the red mark itself.
“Lindsey, we only signed the divorce agreement. Until the legal process is complete, you’re still my wife.”
Lindsey paused in her steps.
She slowly looked up, sneering. “Wife? Mr. Woodward, don’t you think it’s funny to suddenly acknowledge me as your wife now? Besides, even if the paperwork isn’t finalized and we’re still married in name, if you can spend your married life doting on Jaelyn, why can’t I get a head start on my next romantic relationship?”
“Next romantic relationship?”
Eliezer chewed the words out, his eyes fixed intensely on Lindsey, his chest tight with frustration.
He shifted the blame straight onto Brayden. “That’s your taste for your next romantic relationship?”
Brayden was instantly offended. “What’s that supposed to mean, Mr. Woodward? My Lindsey’s next is way better than her ex.”
Eliezer shot him a cold look. “Your Lindsey?”
Brayden stood his ground. “Yeah, my Lindsey. You got a problem with that?”
“Enough!”
Lindsey cut off the childish argument, and the two shut up at once.
She looked at Eliezer calmly.
“If you have time to lecture me, maybe spare some of it to finalize the
paperwork. I know my taste in men has been awful, but that’s none of your business.”
Eliezer’s anger surged again. “None of my business? As long as I don’t submit the final papers, you’re still my wife. Tell me, is it my business or
not?”
Lindsey’s lips curved faintly, and she suddenly leaned in close.
“Mr. Woodward, don’t you want to marry Jaclyn anymore?”
