Remarriage? Never And Go Away!

Chapter 1275

Chapter 1275 Why Doesn’t He Leave?

Gloria didn’t want to say too much. Jordy had a sullen look on his face while pursuing his lips and not saying a word.

Gloria didn’t know what to say.

Gloria was terribly speechless about this man, but if it wasn’t for her grandma or his illness, these wouldn’t happen.

“You can’t stay in my house all the time. Since dinner is over, you can take your ass out of here.”

This time, Gloria even swore rudely, but Jordy didn’t get angry but got up, walked to the sofa, and turned on the TV leisurely.

Gloria was confused.

She wondered if she didn’t make it clear or if Jordy didn’t understand her words. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Why doesn’t this bastard leave? She’ve made it so clear!

Taking a deep breath, Gloria whispered again, “Jordy, please get out of my place.”

She couldn’t believe that Jordy would still stay here after she told him like this.

There was the sound of the host speaking on the TV, but Jordy wasn’t watching TV at all.

This was just a system-recommended channel.

Just when Gloria was fidgeting and about to say something, Jordy casually said with the remote control in his hand.

“I got a stomachache.”

Gloria asked, “What?”

Jordy didn’t look like he had a stomachache.

He was very leisurely at this time.

Gloria had a more ghastly expression, thinking that he couldn’t stay here all the time even if he was sick. She did everything, including cooking for him, even though they were divorced and feuded.

However, Jordy seemed to enjoy her being his slave.

“I don’t want to say it again, Jordy. Please get out of here. This is not your home. You and I have nothing to do with each other.”

Gloria’s voice was cold and contained her distaste for Jordy.

This time, Jordy had a gloomy expression. Obviously, he wasn’t happy. Without saying anything, he got up and left.

Seeing this, Gloria breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter what attitude this man had, as long as he left.

It was late at night, and Gloria’s phone rang right after she got out of the shower.

It was a call from an assistant, so she answered it without hesitation.

“Hello.”

“Miss White, Martha would like to see you.”

With a calm expression, Gloria walked to the side of the bed, sat down, and said coldly.

“Leave her alone. Do your job.”

The assistant responded obediently and hung up.

Sitting by the bed, Gloria kept staring at her phone, even though the screen was off, as if thinking about something.

The next day.

Claude’s mistress had left the house.

But before walking away, she was surrounded by a group of reporters, asking in confusion, “Are you guys making a mistake? Am I a celebrity?”

“You were not before, but you are now. Miss Wynter, are you living happily now?”