Became A Queen After divorce

The magnified handsome face seemed as if it were chiseled by a sculptor, with elegant and delicate eyebrows, and cold, noble deep-set eyes.

His eyes were not purely black but had a hint of light brown.

When he looked at her, it was as if a deep well was about to swallow her, trapping her in his gaze.

“What do you want to do?” Pearl felt a chill sweep over her, and she couldn’t help but shiver.

The man gently rubbed her lips with the pad of his thumb, his actions devoid of any desire, and said softly, “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t harm a woman.”

“On the contrary, I’m giving you a choice. You can refuse to marry me. As for Mr. Gilliam, I’ll handle it myself…”

Before he could finish speaking, Pearl suddenly bit his mischievous finger and looked at him firmly, “I am willing!”

“You…”

Sam didn’t know whether to praise her courage or think he hadn’t made himself clear enough.

“Willingly?”

Knowing full well that he was only using her identity, she still had no regrets?

Pearl seemed to understand his implication and stood tall without flinching. “I believe that one day I will move you. Even if you are as stubborn as a rock, I am prepared to shatter myself against you!”

Sam admitted that for a moment, he was defeated.

Not for any other reason but because of her fearless courage.

Clearly… she was just a frail girl.

What stubborn rock? What shattering?

She could do as she pleased. He had already made it clear that marrying him wouldn’t bring happiness; it was her choice to step into his world.

“I’ll ask you one last time, no regrets?”

“No!”

Pearl had no regrets about loving him, nor about today’s decision.

To her, Sam was like a swallow over the sea, with a heart full of ambition unafraid of any storm, focused solely on his goals.

How could a proud and ambitious seabird linger for a gentle pool of water?

Even so, she still hoped that when this swallow was tired and weary, he would remember her presence and stay by her side for a while.

Sam couldn’t promise her anything. Under the moonlit sky, with silver light shimmering like a dream, he gently pulled Pearl into his arms and sighed inaudibly above her head.

“I can’t promise you anything. The only thing I can do is- as long as you are my wife, there will be no other woman by my side.”

“This is my loyalty to this marriage and my way of compensating you.”

Pearl felt warmth in her eyes and silent tears fell onto his collar.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“That’s enough. This is all I need…”

“Sigh.”

Under the bright moonlight, the two embraced in silence.

Two days passed quickly. During these 48 hours, Libby was anxious and uneasy.

Living under the same roof with Pearl, it was awkward seeing each other every day.

Afraid that Pearl would recognize her identity, Libby carefully observed Pearl’s every move from the shadows.

But Pearl seemed too normal.

She still loved to sleep in late, even more so than before. She would sleep until lunchtime these days.

After lunch, she either strolled in the garden or watched TV in the living room. In the evenings, she would chat happily with Declan when he returned.

One evening at dinner, Natalia unexpectedly placed a piece of pork belly in Pearl’s bowl.

“Eat some meat. You’re too thin.”

Pearl looked at the meat in her bowl and then at her mother with bright eyes, feeling both surprised and cherished.

“Thank you, Mommy.”

Natalia had always given food to Libby before. Today, for some reason, she noticed Pearl instead.

Seeing her daughter’s eager yet frightened eyes made Natalia feel a bit uncomfortable.

In Pearl’s mind, she might not be a competent mother; otherwise, why would she be so moved by a piece of meat?

Glancing at Libby who remained silent beside her, Pearl suddenly had an idea and gave Libby some food too.

“Libby has been working hard managing the gang affairs for Daddy. Libby, you should eat more too.”

As she spoke, she placed a large chicken leg in Libby’s bowl.

This action instantly put Libby on guard. She looked up sharply.

Her keen eyes seemed to want to see through Pearl, but the girl just smiled innocently at her.

As if she had lost her memory.

“Libby, what’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?” Pearl asked calmly.

“Nothing. I just don’t like chicken legs.”

“I didn’t know you didn’t like chicken legs until today. But everyone has different tastes; it’s normal.”

“Just like this chicken leg. I thought you liked it so I gave it to you. It was meant well but turned out wrong.”

“On the other hand, if both of us liked this chicken leg…”

“Libby might think I want to keep it all to myself. But my appetite is small; I can’t eat that much. I’d rather share than fight over it.”

Her words were clear and everyone at the table understood them perfectly.

Declan and Natalia were smart people and quickly grasped Pearl’s true meaning.

However, they remained silent for now, waiting to see how the other person would respond.

Libby sneered. She had come through bloody battles and wasn’t used to playing word games or beating around the bush!

She picked up the chicken leg from her bowl and threw it into the trash can nearby.

A perfectly good chicken leg was wasted, showing her attitude clearly.

“Pearl, your words are nice but I don’t like chicken legs so your assumption doesn’t hold.”

“And by the way, let me tell you something: I’m selfish and have OCD. I don’t like others giving me food or sharing with others.”

Pearl had wanted to give her one last chance but seeing the food thrown away made her realize it was all in vain.

“I’m sorry, Libby. It won’t happen again.”

The atmosphere at the dinner table changed completely. Declan had to step in to ease the tension between them.

“Let’s eat! No matter what you like to eat, just tell the kitchen to make it. The Gilliam family isn’t so poor that we can’t afford food.”

“Pearl didn’t know Libby’s habits; it’s normal. Just pay more attention next time.”

“Yes.” Both responded in unison. The dining room fell silent again, oppressively quiet.

After dinner, Libby returned to her room and shut herself in.

Pacing back and forth, deep in thought.

“How could Pearl possibly guess it’s me?”

“No, her words were clearly aimed at me. Maybe she’s already suspicious.”

The evidence can’t stay!