Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call

Chapter 82 Jealousy

Chapter 82 Jealousy

Anastasia drank away her worries and didn't refuse Jaxon's invitation.

He could feel that she was very sad.

Suddenly, he felt sorry for her.

Anastasia wanted to push Jaxon away, but they were so close that she couldn't use any strength, so

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There was a lot of noise around. Jaxon didn't hear what she said, so he leaned forward and

approached her ear.

"What did you say?"

Anastasia bit Jaxon's ear hard like a little rabbit to vent her anger.

Jaxon froze. As soon as he felt the pain, Anastasia let go.

She blinked and muttered angrily, "Damn Christian, I'll bite you to death!"

Jaxon paused with mixed feelings.

Did Anastasia take him for Christian?

He pursed his lips. "Anastasia, let me take care of you, okay?"

He looked at Anastasia's delicate side face and subconsciously wanted to lower his head and get

closer.

But suddenly, a powerful attack came from behind.

Jaxon was pulled up from behind and punched on the right side of the face.

He raised his head, looked at the menacing Christian, and sneered.

Christian's eyes were deep. His whole body was shrouded in a cold aura that could not be ignored, and

his eyes were filled with raging anger.

But he rolled up his sleeves slowly.

"Mr. Stanford, I warned you before to stay away from her, didn't I?"

There was a noticeable danger in his words.

He looked down at the drunk Anastasia, and his heart sank.

It felt bad to know that someone wanted to take away his girl.

Just now he watched the video that Tobias took. Jaxon's body pressed against Anastasia's, and they

danced well. Anastasia's soft waist and the romantic atmosphere made him angry.

Why was it Jaxon?

Christian's eyes were cold. He was emotionless, but his movements were intimidating.

Jaxon wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up angrily, and met Christian's gaze. Neither

of them refused to give in.

"Mr. Patterson, Ms. Graves can be with anyone she likes after divorce, can't she? Why do you meddle

in her affairs?"

Jaxon took a step forward. His eyes were no longer gentle but became cold and gloomy.

"Everyone knows your relationship with Ms. Cohen. Do you want Anastasia to cooperate with you to

save your reputation?"

Jaxon looked at Christian with a faint smile.

Christian's eyes were cold.

Hearing Jaxon's words, Anastasia gradually woke up.

She rubbed her forehead, frowned, and looked at the scene in front of her.

Christian said fiercely, "It has nothing to do with you, Jaxon."

Christian wouldn't explain anything to an outsider.

But for Anastasia, this was a tacit admission.

She supported the sofa and stood up. She was still a little dizzy. She looked around and saw Eleanor

watching them not far away.

She pursed her lips helplessly and waved her hand. Eleanor walked over slowly.

As Anastasia woke up, Jaxon's fierce eyes became gentle.

"You drank too much just now. Are you still dizzy?"

Anastasia supported the corner of the table and shook her head.

Christian stretched out his hand to grab her wrist and said with a cold tone, "I'll take you back."

Jaxon narrowed his eyes. Just as he was about to say something, Anastasia shook off Christian's

hand.

It was as if she couldn't wait to draw a line between them.

She looked at Eleanor.

"Let's go."

Eleanor nodded with a smile, took Anastasia's bag, and took her arm.

She glanced at Christian jokingly.

"Don't bother. You should go back and take care of that bitch. Don't let her jump off the building or cut

her wrist again. She won't die, but it is annoying."