My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 237

Hannah ate her pastas in silence, as if she hadn’t heard a word.

“I know you’re still angry that I misunderstood you,” he continued. “But you’ve been spending so much time with Quennel, and he was the one who arranged the marriage. I was just so angry at the time, I wasn’t thinking straight.”

Hannah clenched her jaw, a lump forming in her throat. She forced herself to swallow it down.

Noticing the change in her expression, Lionel realized she didn’t want to talk about it and dropped the subject.

When she finished eating, he immediately took her bowl.

“I’ll wash up.”

Hannah gave him a cool, indifferent look and then laughed.

At first, he thought he had pleased her, but then she spoke. “You’ve been away from this house for so long, treating it like a hotel you only use for sleeping and breakfast, that you’ve forgotten we have a dishwasher.”

Her voice was laced with sarcasm, her eyes rolling in disdain as she turned and walked away.

Lionel took a deep breath, put the bowls down, and followed her upstairs.

Hannah knew he was just trying to atone for his mistakes, but every move he made felt so forced, so deliberate, it was infuriating.

She grabbed a change of clothes and went into the bathroom. For the first time in a long while, she drew a bath, letting the warm water soak away her fatigue and frustration, savoring the quiet solitude.

When she came out, Lionel was waiting for her in the hallway.

“Let me dry your hair,” he offered.

She didn’t refuse. If someone was offering to wait on her, why not enjoy it?

After her hair was dry, Hannah stood up to go to the guest room, but Lionel grabbed her wrist again.

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