Sir, Let’s Divorce ( Victoria Nelson )
Sir, Let’s Divorce Chapter 20

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Chapter 20 

Chapter 20 

In the parking lot. 

Matthew put out the car and looked at the woman in the front passenger seat. “We’re here.” 

Victoria let out a “oh” and seemed to be asleep, ignoring him. 

The man reached out and pinched her face. “Victoria.” 

He used some strength, and soon a red mark appeared on Victoria’s delicate skin. 

Looking down along her delicate side face, there were still traces of yesterday’s devastation in the private room on her collarbone. 

Matthew’s eyes became deeper and deeper, and his fingertips lingered on her skin. 

Victoria frowned and slowly awoke, murmuring, “Matt?” 

When she woke up and saw him, she did not feel uneasy at all. Instead, she rubbed against his fingertips with great attachment. 

At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten their unhappiness during the day and returned to three years ago when she was still calling him “Matt.” 

She only had complete trust in him. 

Matthew’s eyes darkened, but he did not say anything. He leaned over and unfastened her seat belt. “Get off” 

He opened the car door and walked to the other side. 

Victoria had already opened the car door and was about to get off. 

However, her knees went soft and she almost fell to the ground. She barely managed to hold onto the car door before she could stand firm. 

A drunkard might be able to stand up, but it was very difficult for her to stand firm. 

Victoria felt that the ground was soft, and there was a force on her head that led her to stand up, and she softly fell again. 

Matthew had no choice but to take a step forward and carry her horizontally. 

Victoria snuggled up to Matt, her neck rubbing against his. “Matt” 

She was still muttering his name. 

“Hold on tight, I don’t care if you fall down.” Matthew’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. 

Victoria was much more obedient. She hooked her arms around his neck and rubbed her face against his neck. 

Her furry head moved around in his arms. Her hair swept across his skin, bringing with it a numbing itch. 

Matthew opened the door and changed his shoes at the door. 

Sensing that Victoria was becoming more and more impudent, he scolded in a low voice, “Victoria, behave yourself!” Victoria simply sat at the entrance, propping up her chin as she watched the man in front of her busying himself. 

She looked at him with a smile. The blush on her face had yet to fade, and she said in a lovable and silly voice, “Shoes… are so uncomfortable…” 

Matthew took off his coat and casually hung it on the side. 

Hearing this, he glanced over and saw Victoria leaning against the door, her high heels held in place only by a tie, leaving a few red marks on the delicate back of her feet. 

“Stupid,” he cursed. 

However, he still walked in front of her and lifted her feet, “Hold on tight.” 

Victoria let out a “ch” and just stared at the man’s face. 

He felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by her straightforward eyes. Matthew took off his white shirt and threw it on Victoria’s head, covering her face. 

“What did I teach you in the past? Don’t stare at a man when you are drunk.” 

Victoria nodded as if she understood. 

If a person could understand human language while under the influence of alcohol, they would not be considered a drunkard; they would be considered tipsy. 

Victoria sat there obediently, holding Matthew’s shirt and allowing him to take off the high heels on her feet. 

The red high heels were thrown to the side. Victoria tilted her toes and asked him, “Does it look good?” 

She lowered her head and glanced at her “dainty” feet from the void beneath her shirt. “My feet.” 

Matthew. 

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He raised his hand and lifted his shirt. He wanted to mock her, but when he saw her misty eyes, he sighed. 

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