Chapter 158 A Henpecked Husband
Ophelia didn't have much money to give back to Robert.
Robert looked at Ophelia, her face pale, and reached out to rub her head. "Just kidding. Tonight, Grandpa asked us to go back to the old house for dinner. If he doesn't see you, he will nag a lot. Let's go together."
Robert still thought Ophelia was joking.
Perhaps in these two years, Ophelia had been so obedient that Robert thought she didn't have the courage or capital to divorce.
Yes, Ophelia indeed didn't have the capital to divorce.
The Browns and the Perezs were not in the same social class at all.
However, this time, Ophelia didn't want to pretend to be a couple with Robert anymore.
Ophelia took a deep breath and said firmly, "You just said that the money invested in the Perez Group is not owed to me. The legal person of the Perez Group is not me. You should go ask Patrick. You are a lawyer. You should know that even if you sue, you won't get anything from me."
Robert's gaze sharpened, and his voice turned cold. "Ophelia, there should be a limit to throwing a tantrum."
She was entangled with Thomas, as her legal husband, Robert had been tolerant enough.
Before they got married, Ophelia had talked to Thomas about their past, which was no big deal.
Who didn't have a past?
Fine, Robert didn't mind it.
As long as Ophelia didn't have private contact with Thomas, it was fine.
But Robert also had a temper. If it were someone else, he would have kicked her out long ago, regardless of who initiated that kiss.
This morning, Ophelia was trending.
The Browns called Robert countless times.
The elders in the family were scolding Ophelia on the phone, calling her worthless.
However, Ophelia was his wife in Robert's spouse column. Scolding her was like scolding him, and he stood by her.
Robert just didn't understand.
What was so good about Thomas that made Ophelia think of him for so many years?
The negotiation between the two reached a deadlock.
Robert looked at the dried bloodstain at the corner of Ophelia's mouth and pulled her over. "Besides your face, where else did Patrick hit you?"
Robert looked at Ophelia, who seemed downcast, his frown deepening. "Speak."
"If you don't, I'll check it myself."
After saying that, Robert raised his hand to unbutton Ophelia's clothes.
Ophelia covered her neckline. "He only hit me with a clothes hanger. It's fine."
"Let me see."
"We are both getting divorced.You shouldn't..."
Robert pulled Ophelia into his arms, his eyes staring at her intensely. "I didn't agree to the divorce, and I have nothing with Riley. If it weren't for Thomas, I can't think of any reason why you'd want to divorce me."
Just because of love?
For Robert, that word felt quite unreal.
Robert's parents had an arranged marriage, and they had never talked about love throughout their lives.
Wasn't he good enough for her?
Robert's previous girlfriends always indulged him, but with Ophelia, everything changed.
Robert never liked to indulge others. With his background and status, he didn't need to indulge anyone.
He grew up in that kind of environment.
The Browns were a prominent political and business family, and people around him were always respectful and careful not to offend him.
Only Ophelia didn't just comply with him.
However, previously, she would just act up a bit and use his card to buy a few bags, and then, they would make up.
However, now, as soon as Thomas returned, everything changed.
Robert reached out to help Ophelia remove her clothes and apply medicine.
Thinking of Thomas made him angry, he got angry and pressed a bit harder while applying the medicine.
Ophelia lay on the bed and called out in pain, "Be gentle!"
Robert threw away the cotton swab, grabbed Ophelia's arm, and pulled her closer—leaning down to kiss her fiercely.
Ophelia tried to push him away, but Robert used too much force, and she couldn't budge.
Pressing against her lips, Robert acted roughly and even a bit violently. "Ophelia, I can indulge you when you're angry, but some things cross the line. If you dare to take that step, you will regret betraying this marriage."
After saying that, Robert got up and left the bedroom.
Downstairs.
Patrick had been pacing anxiously in the living room, and when he saw Robert coming down with a serious face, he quickly put on a smile and greeted him.
"Robert, Ophelia was just being impulsive. Don't take it to heart! Just treat it as her throwing a tantrum. Women all throw tantrums! She mentioned divorce to you, and I have already scolded her severely. She will never dare to do it again..."
Robert shot him a cold glance, "If you dare to lay a hand on her again, don't expect to get a penny from me in the future."
"I was just trying to scare her. I didn't really hurt her! How could I bear to lay a hand on her for real!"
"By hitting her, you're hitting me. No matter what she does, she is now part of my family, and it's not your place to discipline her."
Initially, Ophelia married him.
The Browns certainly knew Patrick's little schemes. Marrying Robert was just a way to secure a share of the family fortune.
With the Browns' background, even if they were wary, Ophelia wouldn't take a penny if she divorced.
Robert was generally indifferent to his previous girlfriends, but he was generous to his wife.
The Browns had a traditional family background, and the men in the Browns family had traditional thoughts. They believed that once married, the wife should be completely financially dependent on the husband, and there was no problem with that.
Robert promised that if Ophelia married him, he would take care of all the financial expenses.
Patrick flattered, "Yes, yes, Ophelia has married you. She is indeed considered part of the Browns now. I won't interfere with her, you take care of her!"
As long as Robert didn't divorce, everything was fine.
Seeing Patrick's overly pleasing face, Robert felt nauseous. "Tonight, my grandfather invited us for dinner. I have to take Ophelia back to the old house later."
Patrick smiled even more. "You should go then. I'll talk to Ophelia later and make sure she says some nice things!"
Robert didn't bother listening to Patrick's chatter and left the villa directly.
Magnus and Juniper were standing in the corridor, still there.
Seeing Robert coming down, Juniper said, "I'll go check on Ophelia."
After she went inside.
Robert took out a pack of cigarettes and offered one to Magnus.
Magnus declined. "My throat is not feeling well. I don't smoke."
Robert lit a cigarette, teasing him with the cigarette in his mouth, saying, "Is it your throat, or are you a henpecked husband? Oh, I got that. Juniper doesn't like you smoking."
Magnus snorted lightly, admitting generously, "Glad that you know."
Robert took a drag from his cigarette, blowing out smoke rings, and asked curiously, "But, in your current situation with Juniper, does she still care if you smoke?"
Magnus glanced at him disdainfully. "Whether Juniper cares or not, she once had deep feelings for me. But I'm not sure whether Ophelia has feelings for you."
Robert clenched his teeth. "You're so mean When Juniper kissed you, why didn't she poison you?"
Robert was venting to Magnus after being upset by Ophelia.
Magnus sympathetically looked at Robert and asked, "How did your conversation go?"
"She wants a divorce."
"The reason?"
Robert's eyes deepened, and there was a hint of confusion between his brows. "She asked me if I love her."
Magnus listened.
"Would Juniper ask you such a question?"
They were married. Was it important to know if they loved each other?
Did Ophelia's love for Thomas matter? She and Thomas had separated, right?
Magnus raised an eyebrow. "Juniper would tell me that she loves me."
"I don't believe it. Juniper looks so indifferent to you now."
Magnus gritted his teeth, speaking slowly and deliberately, "She used to."
Robert had smoked half of his cigarette and frowned. "So, Ophelia can't get over Thomas?"
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