<h4>Chapter 47: Not Your Mistress (1)</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>Larbre Studio <strong>Editor: </strong>Larbre Studio


    Xiyan found herself leaning against the window with an elbow rested on the sill, her bright eyes drifting afar at the skyline. The sunset glowed on her face and exposed her depression. As a pregnant woman, she was supposed to keep up high spirit, but the gloom prevailed anyhow.


    Before she was able to react, a veiny arm was wrapped around her waist together with an intense vani scent. It suddenly dragged her senses back when she saw the man’s hand on her stomach.


    She grabbed it and tried to untie it, her face turning red in dysphoria and nervousness, except it only had the grip tighter.


    “Yanyan,” the man’s deep voice sounded, echoing in her ears.


    “Yanyan,e back with me. I’ll take care of you.” Yixuan snuggled closer, dipping his chin on her head, and gave her a firmer hug as if she was the most valuable thing he had lost.


    Xiyan had already bit her lips to bleed. These used to be the most familiar arms to her, but right now just being in them made her tremble.


    “We’re divorced!” She snarled, stepping hard on the man’s toes to try to free herself. He no longer belonged to her, and they couldn’t be in a tangle forever.


    “I know,” he sighed, hurting more inward than from his foot. His hug used to make herugh, but now she’s fighting it.


    “I know we’re divorced, but I’ll still take care of you. You’re family.”


    Family?


    Xiyan stared at him in amazement. Family, the word he uttered so easily pierced through her heart. She couldn’t forget how he, her so-called family, threw that divorce agreement on her face that day. No, he was not family anymore. He ceased to be the moment he divorced her. He’s only someone else’s husband.


    And her family was the unborn baby.


    Thinking of it, she frowned again, her eyes brewing a mist that then turned to tears. She didn’t dare any further big movement for fear of hurting the baby.


    “Yixuan, please let go of me,” she turned to him, begging teary-eyed.


    Please leave her be. Please stop the drama. She’s tired, indeed.


    Yixuan felt his eyes sting. The picture reminded him of the same person just a month earlier, begging him in the same manner not to divorce her, not to leave her, and he made her sign the paper regardless. He couldn’t imagine how much it must have pained her to sign that as he was not even able to find him strength to look at her.


    “Yanyan,e home with me. I’ll buy the house with the best view in Ye City for you to live. I’ll give you anything you want. I’ll be yourpany when you feel lonely, or just bored. As long as youe with me.” Yixuan raised his hand to wipe aside the hair on her forehead, enchanted by the déjà vu of touching it. He would not allow her to live a lonely life there. He would be with her no matter what, as per his wedding vow.


    “Come with you? And what does that make me?” Xiyan rebutted after hearing the ridiculous offer the man had made. His wife is Xia Yuwei, and what will she be if she goes back? A mistress?