I’m Divorcing with You Mr Billionaire! (Sydney and Mark)

Chapter 19

Chapter 19 Chapter Nineteen

SYDNEY’S POV

I angrily patted Mark on his cheek. “Wake up! I’m Sydney not Bella.”

I grunted loudly as I pushed at his shoulders trying, again, to get him off me. My shoulders fell as I let out a resigned sigh.

How in the hell did he get himself this drunk?!

After he had scared the life out of me and drunkenly said, ‘wifey‘ with a dazed smile, he had slumped and fell on my ch*st and I must say, he is heavy.

It was hard to breath with his head on my ch*st like that. And the snores that emitted from his throat was even more agitating.

“Mark! Godammit!” I screamed exasperatedly. I was too tired for all of this. I just wanted to come home, lock myself in my room and get enough rest to

recharge me and strengthen me for the next day. But here I was, stressing my

brain as I kept thinking of how to get him off me and as I also keep pushing at

his taut shoulders.

My eyes scanned the dim room, hoping one of those eerie shadows would turn

out to be one of the household staff but no, the shadow remained there.

I dropped my phone on the sofa beside me. summoning all my strength, I clenched my stomach and pushed at his shoulders. He fell on the floor with a

loud thump.

I leaped from the chair, gasping for air. Damn. How can someone be so heavy?

Finally, I picked up my phone and flashed the torch on him. He was on the

floor, curled up, low painful groans coming from him. He looked so vulnerable,

like a n*ked new born.

My heart went out to him and I decided to tuck him in bed.

I squatted beside him and lightly tapped on his arm, “Mark,” I called softly.

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“Mark.” I softly called his name for like a dozen times and he still didn’t respond.

I was already losing my patience. Gritting my teeth, I smacked him on the back and he leapt up with a loud gasp as if he had been drowning.

Then he groggily turned to me. “Sydney.”

I drew back. It was surprising that in his drunken state he recognized me.

“Yes, Mark? It’s me, Sydney. Now tell me, what do you have to say for yourself? Getting yourself drunk like some heartbroken teenager,” I blabbered as I put one of his arms around my shoulders. With a grunt, I got both of us on our feet. We both wobbled for a while before we both got grounded.

“Good,” I murmured, “Now, let’s get you to bed,” I said like I would speak to a

Le year old.

Slowly but thankfully, steadily, we made our way to his room.

I looked around the room for a while as we staggered in the doorway. The only words fit to describe his room were bland and order.

We reached his bed and I managed to properly lay him on the bed.

“Now I can go get my sleep!” I said and turned to get up from the bed.

I let out a yelp as his hands closed around my wrist. I whirled my head around, some strands of my hair getting in my face. I instinctively pulled at my arm but his voice stopped me.

“Don’t go.” I would say this was the softest and lowest I had heard him speak. “Don’t leave me.” Then his other hand came up and rubbed my hand.

I abruptly pulled away, hating that his actions were pulling at my heartstrings.

“Sydney…”

A nervous laugh bubbled up my throat. “Relax, I’m not leaving. I’ll just go pour you a glass of water.” I eased his hands off me and got on my feet, “Atleast, that would help you sober up quickly then I can go to bed myself.” By the time I fin-

ished speaking, he was already snoring off again.

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Immediately I got out of the room, I furiously scrolled through my contacts and

searched for her number.

Pushing our differences aside, I dialed the number. I wasn’t about to tend to a drunk man for a whole night.

It took a while but she picked up eventually.

I had barely let her finish saying her cold ‘hi‘ before I started speaking, “I don’t know how but Mark is heavily drunk. He needs someone by his side to take

care of him. You should come over.”

I heard rustling in the background before her response came, “I’ll be right over.” Then she hung up.

I made a coffee for myself then I walked back to Mark’s room. I took a seat and sipped my coffee as I waited for her. About ten minutes later, I heard an impa-

tient knock rasp on the main door. Then few seconds later, the room door was pushed open to reveal a flustered Bella.

I frowned at her appearance. She looked slightly disheveled, definitely from rushing here but what really caught my attention was the lingerie visible under

her flimsy coat.

Okay. Had she got my words wrong? Because why will you come to care for a drunk man in a lingerie? I whistled, nodding, she definitely has a plan. But I did-

n’t care.

She rolled her eyes and swept past me to ch*ck on Mark.

Since the coffee had already kept me awake, I decided to just stay and watch.

I remained seated and sipped my coffee as I watched in amusement as she

went back and forth from the kitchen to the room and back to the kitchen again.

She boiled water and I scrunched my brows wondering what is was for until I

was left gaping as she soaked his socks in it. Then she made coffee. He only

took a little before falling into another mindless slumber. She did all of this as

she totally ignored my presence. Fine by me.

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Then she rushed out of the room and came back with a simmering plate of soup. Hmm, I moaned inwardly and briefly closed my eyes. It smelt heavenly. but when I peeked in, I recoiled. Whatever she had mixed together looked like

vomit.

I watched, drawn to the edge of my seat in disgust, as I watched her feed it to

him like a proper wife would. So sweet.

At first he threw it out and complained groggily that he didn’t like it. But she pleaded with him. “Please, Mark. Just one more spoon.”

‘One more spoon,‘ she kept saying. It was over a dozen spoons she had fed

him now.

Finally, she cleaned his m*uth and eased him onto his back. Then Mark settled

into sleep and his sleep was accompanied with a soft and less irritating snore.

Wow, I exclaimed to myself. She was good at this.

Then she went out of he room and came back in with a towel in her hands. She

finally eyed me as she moved to sit beside Mark on the bed then she placed the

towel on his forehead.

She turned to me, her gaze cold as they shot daggers at me. “What will it take

for you to divorce Mark?!

I raised my brows, amused, “That was specific.”

“Just answer the damn question.”

I mused on her question for awhile. “What will it take for me to divorce, Mark?”

I repeated to myself as I pondered on my response.

Then my face broke into a big grin. Her glare deepened. I dropped the cup of coffee as I gave her my response. “How about,” I paused, smirking, “you give

me 1.2 million dollars.”

Perfect response for a perfect question asked at the right time.

Just as Mark had said, the title of being his wife was worth far more than a hun-

dred dollars. I might as well make a little fortune with the title.

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“Are you serious? Her face smoothened as her eyes widened.

“Lam”

She smiled, “Just 1.2 million and you’d leave?”

“Definitely.”

As she opened her m*uth to speak again, a sudden roar interrupted her caus- ing the both of us to flinch. Mark sprang up, “No! Bella! Don’t give it to her!”

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