Remarry Missions: Catching My Naughty Ex-Wife

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Chapter 12 She’s Not My Wife

Allen was standing less than a meter behind her.

His bodyguards were outside.

Abner, dressed in black sportswear, his left hand tucked into the pocket of his sports pants, stood tall

and graceful, exuding a sense of elegance and strength in every move.

He stood near the entrance to the resting area, about to step inside.

Allen licked his lips, his audacious gaze fixed on Damara’s back as he whispered in a voice only they

could hear, “Your husband’s here. Aren’t you going to say hello?”

Damara took a deep breath and hurriedly walked over.

As Abner reached for the door handle, footsteps came from behind, followed by the scent of a woman’s

soft and alluring body.

Before he could refuse, the woman had both of them enter the resting area together with a deft move.

Abner’s brows furrowed with coldness, “Get out.”

Damara quickly locked the door, turned around, and looked at him sincerely, “Mr. Robinson, I didn’t

mean to disturb you. Can I hide in here for a while?”

He remained silent, his gaze falling on her knee.

Following his gaze, Damara looked down and noticed the red mark on her knee. It seemed the hot

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water had worsened the injury instead of

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healing it.

It looked as if she had hurt herself in a particular position…

“I bumped in the car.”

She explained awkwardly, her facé turning red, feeling at a loss.

He didn’t even ask about that. Why was she explaining?

“What are you doing here?” Abner asked from above.

“Working.”

The air fell silent.

Abner gazed deeply at her, his expression complex, before turning around and walking towards the

bathroom. But he didn’t ask her to leave.

Damara heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. She looked away but saw his reflection

on the frosted glass.

There was no trace of excess fat on his body, and the water splashed against his well-built chest,

disappearing into the hidden area below.

Damara knew the temperature and strength beneath that skin.

She closed her eyes and turned away.

Allen’s men were no longer around.

The crisis had passed, and Damara no longer intended to stay here.

It was embarrassing enough to end up in bed with Abner accidentally.

With their divorce looming, she should not bother him anymore.

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Abner didn’t see Damara when he came out in a new suit.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. He opened it, and a waiter brought a tray with iced coffee.

“Mr. Robinson, this is for you.”

Abner said nothing as the waiter placed the tray and left.

He picked up the note stuck conspicuously inside the room.

“Mr. Robinson, thank you.”

It was from Damara, without even a signature.

Abner stood there, feeling for the second time like someone had used and hastily discarded him.

Coincidentally, it was the same woman again.

After dressing up, he headed to the VIP lounge prepared by Citibank.

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Allen was there, too; he was puzzled that Damara didn’t come with Abner.

Barry stood up and shook hands with Abner, complimenting him, “Mr. Robinson, your golf skills rival

that of a coach. It looks like I got a private lesson for free today.”

“You’re flattering me.”

Abner replied with a casual handshake before taking a seat.

Barry patted his son, “This is my son, Allen. Hope you two can get along, Mr. Robinson.”

Allen took a step forward, unable to ignore the imposing aura from him in front of him, and instinctively

extended his hand.

“Did your wife not come with you?”

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“Wife?”

Abner’s eyes flashed with confusion.

“Weren’t you two together in the resting area?” Allen’s mind worked fast, and he was flattered, “I’ve

always admired Penny. I never knew you were a couple…”

Realizing who he was referring to as “wife,” Abner’s dark gaze instantly turned cold, and his face

seemed covered in frost.

She said she didn’t want anything, but she had other plans.

With an expressionless face, he coldly interrupted, “She’s not my wife.”

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