Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife
Chapter 103 - 94: Why Don’t You Just Stay and Die Abroad 1

Chapter 103: Chapter 94: Why Don’t You Just Stay and Die Abroad 1

"It’s a game our classmates invented, actually a combination of passing the flower and truth or dare.

However, we modified the rules of passing the flower.

The first time the flower lands in someone’s hand, they become the timekeeper for the next round.

When they call stop, the chosen person holding the flower has to hug them.

If the chosen person opts not to hug, they have to answer a question from the chooser.

And it has to be the truth.

At our school, many young couples got together thanks to that hug of love."

"Is that so." Oliver raised an eyebrow: "Then if the flower lands in my hand, I’ll pass it to you.

Would you choose to hug me or..."

"Let’s talk when you actually get the flower."

When Faye Townsend spoke, her words were laced with the smell of alcohol.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her big eyes gazed at him, making his heart flutter.

Oliver smiled indulgently at her.

The timekeeper for the first round of the flower passing was the organizer of the gathering, Danielle.

She tossed the cloth ball into the air, and after a few male classmates scrambled for it, it was finally snatched by the class president.

Danielle laughed, "Alright, let’s get started, I’ll turn my back.

Passing the flower... start... go go go..."

The cloth ball was passed along methodically when suddenly, Danielle shouted, "Stop."

Turning back, the ball had just been placed into Hunter’s side hand by Zenia.

So, Hunter was selected.

He looked displeased, staring down at the ball in his hand, saying nothing.

After a long while, Zenia reminded, "Hunter, this ball..."

Hunter raised his eyes, setting them on Faye Townsend beside him.

Faye looked straight ahead, feeling his gaze but refusing to turn her head.

At that moment, Hunter muttered, "Passing the flower begins."

He placed the ball directly into Faye’s hand, then shouted, "Stop."

Faye had just raised the ball to pass it to Oliver when she was stopped.

For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

This was the first time anyone had seen the game played this way.

Zenia felt even more embarrassed and miserable.

She turned to look at Hunter, trying hard to suppress the mist gathering in her eyes.

Hunter asked, "Hug or answer a question?"

Faye sighed in frustration, downing the glass of wine Oliver had just persuaded her to set down.

I should have known to play truth or dare.

That way, just downing a glass of wine would settle it.

She hesitated for a moment, "What question does Second Master Warren want to ask?"

"About that child..."

Faye suddenly stood and gently hugged Hunter, "I’ve changed my mind, I choose the hug of love."

This unexpected embrace stunned Hunter for a moment.

How long had it been since he’d felt the warmth belonging solely to Faye’s embrace?

It seemed like it had been centuries.

Slowly, he raised his arms to hug her back.

At that moment, Faye suddenly felt an urge to cry.

How laughable, how ironic this scene looked now.

She and her ex-husband, unable to hold each other tight in real life, embracing in a game.

Faye slowly loosened her grip, but Hunter suddenly held her tightly refusing to let go.

Oliver stood by with an unhappy look.

Zenia softly said, "Hunter, everyone’s waiting to continue the game."

Faye tried to push away forcefully, but Hunter wouldn’t let go.

She yelled, "Hunter, let go."

"Your game didn’t specify how long the hug should last.

So, I’m not letting go right now.

Unless you answer my question, you know what I want to ask."

"You’re crazy." She pushed hard, "This is a game."

Hunter slowly released his grip, "If I can only hear the truth from you in a game, I won’t mind playing a few more times."

Faye clenched her fists, standing upright and so angry that her hands trembled slightly.

Classmates began whispering all around, the sound was harsh to Faye’s ears.

But rightfully so, everyone must be incredibly curious about this scene.

Seeing Faye’s current state, Oliver stood up and took her by the wrist.

"Enough, Faye, let’s end it here today.

We have something to do, let’s leave first."

Faye didn’t move, just picked up the wine bottle and poured herself a full glass.

She picked up the glass and downed it in one gulp.

With only a few sips left, Oliver snatched the glass from her, "Faye, that’s enough, you’re drunk."

Faye exhaled, and pressing Oliver’s shoulder, made him sit down.

Then she stepped a few feet away from her seat, slightly unsteady on her feet.

"Stop whispering, all of you." She stood behind Hunter.

"Let me formally introduce you all, this is Hunter Warren, Second Master Warren, my ex-husband."

Zenia stood up, "Faye."

Faye glanced coldly at Zenia, "I had a crush on him for seven years, finally managed to walk down the aisle with him.

But in the end, my best friend, confidante, sister, Ms. Zenia Yates, stealthily pried open the back door."

For a moment, the room was in an uproar.

Faye laughed, "Is it ironic, don’t you all think it’s ridiculous."

She said, pouring herself another glass of wine.

Oliver grabbed the glass away, "Alright, Faye, stop drinking."

Faye brushed off Oliver’s hand, "Oliver, don’t bother with me.

Everyone hasn’t seen each other for years, I have to drink to my heart’s content.

Just now, those classmates who saw and heard my conversation with Hunter,

I’m afraid if I don’t explain, they’ll be gossiping about me behind my back.

They said I’m a femme fatale, deserving of bad luck, a loose woman, I can tolerate.

But I worry they’ll say I’m a mistress.

I damn well hate mistresses the most."

"Faye," Zenia finally couldn’t help but shout.

"Enough, stop calling me a mistress.

If you can’t win a man’s heart, why dump all the blame on me.

In your marriage, you’re the failure.

Failures should accept the result.

I know, from the very beginning I knew, you asked Danielle to hold a reunion with bad intentions.

This is your trap for me.

And last time you accompanied me to buy clothes, that was another trap.

You’ve calculated that Hunter would definitely scold me, so you schemed against me."

"Yes, you’re right." Faye pushed Zenia, "People like you, I won’t feel at ease unless I mess with you."

Zenia bit her lip, knowing she couldn’t retaliate in front of Hunter.

Otherwise, Hunter would think she’s a shrew.

Fine, let Faye go mad if that’s what she wants.

Hunter stood up, pulled Faye’s hand, and started to walk out.

But Zenia turned and grabbed him, "Hunter."

Hunter shrugged her off, pulling Faye’s hand to walk out.

At that moment, Oliver grabbed Faye’s other wrist.

"Second Master Warren, it’s inappropriate for you to be grabbing my fiancée’s wrist like this."

"Fiancée? Let me tell you, the divorce agreement hasn’t been signed yet, she’s still my wife."

Hunter’s tone was claiming Faye’s ownership.

Faye shook off Oliver’s hand.

In Oliver’s astonishment, she raised her hand and slapped Hunter.

The temperature in the hall plummeted to freezing point.

Zenia screamed, "Faye, have you gone mad."

Faye pointed at him, "Hunter Warren, you’re a despicable, shameless person."

Hunter clenched his fist, "I’m despicable, so Mrs. Warren, you listen well, stay away from other men and come with me."

Oliver stepped forward and grabbed Faye, raising his hand to punch Hunter.

Hunter, not to be outdone, retaliated with his fist.

The two legendary figures of Anchester were fighting just like that.

Everyone was in an uproar.

Faye took two steps back, and while everyone was distracted, Zenia pushed Faye, "Faye, do you think I’ll let go just because of this? Don’t dream about it.

Are you happy watching them fight for you"

Faye watched the two being dragged apart by others, ignoring Zenia, she silently turned and staggered out of the hall.

As she left the hotel, a warm wind brushed her face.

Faye walked to the roadside and hailed a taxi.

As a taxi pulled over, Oliver quickly chased after her, "Faye."

"Oliver, don’t follow, let me be alone for a while."

"No, I’m worried."

Faye turned to him, looking at his bruised face, she lowered her eyes, "Sorry for getting you hurt because of me."

"None of that matters now, I know you’re in a bad mood. Come on, I’ll take you home."

She smiled at him, a sarcastic smile, "Oliver, I seem to always end up shooting myself in the foot.

I invited Hunter here.

I originally wanted to seize this opportunity to get back at the two of them properly.

Six years ago, not being able to retaliate harshly, making them feel pain, has always been a big regret of mine.

But I never expected, Hunter would turn the tables on me in the end.

Do you say, do I look like a joke.

That’s why Hunter always pointed at me with a sneer."

"Don’t say that, Faye."

"For six years, he didn’t marry Zenia just to stall me.

Is he crazy, do you think he is?"

Faye laughed, "Everyone’s crazy, just that he’s even more so."

Oliver approached and held her shoulders, "Don’t be like this."

Faye clenched her fists, "Rest assured, Oliver, I have a child to care for, I can’t afford to be drunk.

I was just pretending.

I just wanted to find an opportunity to drunk-brawl and embarrass them.

I’m sober now, just want to be alone for a bit, truly."

Faye finished speaking and got into the taxi to leave.

Watching the taxi drive farther away, Oliver originally intended to go in to settle accounts with Hunter.

But when he turned around, he found that Hunter was standing not far behind him.

He stepped forward, his expression ferocious, "Hunter, what are you getting at."

Hunter looked at him and sneered, then turned away.

Oliver grabbed him, "Are you enjoying this?"

"Listen well, Oliver Turner, I’ve changed my mind about the divorce.