Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me

Chapter 603: Chapter 601: Chopped into Mincemeat

Aria Joyce didn’t wake up until noon the next day.

She rubbed her sore body and sat up. Looking at the empty room, her mind was filled with scenes from the previous night.

’To think that the body she’d preserved for over twenty years was just given away like that—and to a scumbag like Ian Shaw, of all people.’ She was filled with such intense hatred, so much hatred!

She hated that asshole Ian Shaw! But she hated Tristan Grayson even more.

She loved Tristan Grayson so much, yet he had actually given her away to a lowlife like Ian Shaw.

The image she saw at the bar that day even flashed through her mind—the scene of Ian Shaw fooling around with some woman in the hallway.

She might as well have been fucked by shit.

Aria Joyce felt like every inch of her body was foul and filthy. It was utterly nauseating.

She threw off the blanket, intending to get out of bed and rinse off in the bathroom. But the moment she moved the blanket, before she had even shifted, a pain so sharp it made her wish for death shot through her body.

And then she saw it—the smear of red on her inner thigh...

At the sight of it, she clenched her fists tightly as tears burst uncontrollably from her eyes. "Ian Shaw, you bastard! You’d better not let me see you again, or I’ll kill you!!!!!"

Just as she was screaming in rage, the bedroom door was opened from the outside. The person who entered was the very bastard she had just been cursing.

The clothes Ian Shaw wore were different from yesterday; he had clearly showered and changed. He held a bowl of steaming instant noodles, eating as he sized up Aria Joyce. A lazy, mocking smile played on his lips as he drawled, "Miss Joyce, you’re awake so soon? I didn’t expect you’d still have the strength to curse me. It seems I didn’t work hard enough last night, which is why Miss Joyce has so much strength now." Ian Shaw deliberately stressed the word "strength."

Aria Joyce froze the moment she saw Ian Shaw. Hearing his words, she was filled with a murderous urge. She didn’t hesitate, surging up from the bed and stalking toward him, as if the tearing pain from moments before had been a mere illusion.

As he watched the completely naked woman charge at him, Ian Shaw didn’t bother to say a word of warning. Instead, a cold, wicked smile spread across his face as he settled in to watch the show.

The moment her bare feet hit the cold floor, the shock brought her back to her senses. Only then did she realize she wasn’t wearing a single piece of clothing—not even her underwear.

Face beet red, she clutched her head and scrambled back to the bed.

"Ian Shaw!! You bastard, you asshole! Get the hell out!!" Once she was back on the bed and covered by the blanket, she grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him.

Ian Shaw didn’t get angry. He simply sidestepped, easily dodging the pillow. He had no intention of leaving. Instead, he said with a smirk that just begged to be punched, "Miss Joyce, you should be clear about something. I saw everything there was to see last night, so covering up now is a bit pointless. I made some instant noodles for you outside. You were... active... all night, so you must be hungry. Get up and eat."

Aria Joyce hadn’t felt hungry at all. But now that the bastard Ian Shaw had mentioned it, her stomach actually started to growl.

But she was far too proud. How could she ever allow herself to eat something as low-class as instant noodles?

Ever since she’d come of age, she hadn’t touched that kind of junk food.

So, she wouldn’t eat it now, even if she starved to death.

Besides, it was made by that despicable, shameless bastard Ian Shaw. She would die before she ate anything he made.

’What if he drugged it again?’

Ian Shaw didn’t care whether Aria Joyce had heard him or not. He simply took his bowl and went back outside to finish his meal.

Not long after Ian Shaw left, Aria Joyce managed to prop herself up. She peeked cautiously through the doorway and saw that bastard sitting on the sofa, slurping his instant noodles with disgusting relish...

’If she had a knife in her hand right now, she would charge over there and kill him instantly!’

But she didn’t have a knife. Thinking of her lost innocence, she couldn’t stop the tears from falling again.

’She would never let this go so easily.’

She wrapped the blanket around her body and carefully got out of bed. Just before reaching the bathroom, she dropped the blanket on the floor and dashed inside, slamming the door shut.

Out in the living room, Ian Shaw had finished his noodles. He picked up the remote, flipped to a random channel, and leaned back against the sofa to watch TV.

He appeared to be watching television, but in reality, his mind was elsewhere entirely.

He was waiting. Waiting for the woman to come out on her own and negotiate terms.

He had admired Aria Joyce before, but he’d never thought about getting seriously involved with her. Even if he had managed to win her over one day, he would have just played around for a while. Once he got bored, it would have been a simple breakup. No big deal.

He would never marry a woman as headstrong and arrogant as Aria Joyce. And after what happened last night, he was, to put it mildly, thoroughly disappointed in her.

However, he was certain that Aria Joyce would be desperate to cut all ties with him completely. And so, he waited...

He glanced toward the bedroom and, seeing the bed was empty, his expression turned cold and grim. He rose from the sofa and strode toward the bedroom.

Inside the bedroom, his eyes immediately fell on the blanket lying on the floor outside the bathroom. He walked over, picked it up, and tossed it onto the bed. Then, he leaned against the bathroom door, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he crossed his arms and waited.

The woman inside must have been using the bathtub rather than the shower, because he could clearly hear her muttering.

"Ian Shaw, you bastard! Just you wait until I get out of here, you’ll see how I’m going to destroy you!" Aria Joyce muttered, scrubbing her body furiously.

She had already come up with countless ways to destroy Ian Shaw.

’One thing Ian Shaw said last night was right: give him a taste of his own medicine. Since he loves using drugs so much, then she’ll use drugs, too. Find a few women in their forties or fifties and let them ruin him!!’

’He likes to play with women, doesn’t he? Fine, she’ll help him get his fill!’

’Anyone who dares to provoke her, Aria Joyce, must suffer inhuman torment!’

’She had sworn that she would make them pay it all back—tenfold, a hundredfold, a thousandfold!!!’

Clearly, Ian Shaw, standing outside the door, had no idea what was going through Aria Joyce’s mind. He could only hear her cursing him. But he wasn’t angry, because he knew perfectly well that she didn’t have the means to destroy him. The smile on his lips turned cold and sinister as he continued to listen to the woman’s tirade.

"Bastard! Total asshole! I’m going to destroy you, then I’m going to kill you! I’ll chop you up! Mince you into pieces and feed you to the dogs!"

Ian Shaw stroked his chin, thinking to himself, ’Mince me into pieces and feed me to the dogs, huh?’

’This woman really is vicious. It seems the lesson I taught her last night wasn’t nearly enough. That’s why she’s still got so much fight in her now.’

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