C17 Her Husband's Name Was 'dwight 2

He thought that Frances told Irene that he liked to act like a rich second generation and said a lot of bad things about himself, which was why Irene had those strange behaviors.

At this moment, he finally realized that he had made a mistake from the beginning. He was just a person with the same name as Irene.

Dwight thought that he had made a mistake, but he did not regret it.

He only knew that it was good that he had married the right person.

"You are Daivet, but you are not Daivet!" Irene cried with tears streaming down her face as she pushed the man's hand away. "Don't touch me, I don't know who you are! Let's get a divorce now!"

Dwight suddenly lowered his eyes and restrained the woman's hands. He then covered her mouth and said helplessly, "Irene, don't just think about yourself. Listen to me, don't divorce me easily."

"I don't know where I made a mistake, but the person you were dating was me, and the person who proposed to you was me. Although we have known each other for a short time, we do know each other quite well.

"Trust me, I will work hard to be a good husband. I am better than that Daivet you mentioned."

Dwight was absolutely confident in his last sentence.

At least, he would not pretend to be a rich second generation to hook up with a rich woman. He would not spend money recklessly and buy things that he could not afford. He would let the woman pay for him. It seemed that there was nothing in this world that he could not afford.

"Oh, oh, oh..." Irene was filled with grief and indignation. This overbearing man actually covered her mouth and did not let her speak, yet he kept on blabbering.

After saying that, he let go of her mouth. For the first time in his life, he lowered his voice and said, "Irene, let's talk about it. Don't talk about the divorce."

"Now that you are divorced, you will be a second married woman in the future. You will be even worse than a remarriage. Your neighbors will laugh at you even more. Come and understand me. I won't let you down."

Dwight felt that he had definitely fallen into this woman's hands. She was the one who proposed the marriage, so why was he the one who asked for a divorce in the end?

Irene wiped away her tears and suddenly found it funny. Did Dwight get possessed by the witch? He was actually boasting about himself.

What a thick-skinned man!

She asked vigilantly, "Who are you?"

Dwight reiterated, "I am Dwight. I have five people in my family, my parents, my younger brother, Buster, my sister Frances, and now my wife Irene. I have an ID card that I can testify for me."

"Don't be so slick!" Irene lowered her head and stared at his ID card as if she wanted to dig a hole in it.

Dwight smiled slightly. "What else do you want to ask? Just ask me."

Irene returned the ID card to him and said tiredly, "Bring me home first. I don't have any thoughts right now."

Dwight nodded. "You can keep my phone number. Call me if you have any questions."

Irene didn't say anything. Her mind was in a mess.

Dwight drove Irene to the entrance of the district.

Irene did not look at him on the way. After getting off the car, she locked it and walked upstairs, not caring about how to get home.

Coincidentally, when Clara went out to buy groceries at this time, she saw a man behind Irene. Both of them were dressed in sportswear, and in Clara's eyes, they naturally became a couple in a TV drama.

"Irene, you got a new boyfriend again?" Clara greeted with a smile.

Dwight instantly understood that she was the Clara that Irene had mentioned.

These words were obviously meant to sow discord.

Dwight had long legs. Although he was a step behind, he caught up to Irene in a few steps. He held Irene's hand and nodded with a cold face. His voice was light and clear, "You are Clara, right? I am Irene's boyfriend. I have mentioned you before."

Her light tone was a warning, hinting that her provocation was ineffective.

Her gloomy thoughts were exposed to the sun. She was slightly embarrassed.

Dwight's sharp gaze swept over, making her feel a chill on her back. Her pupils contracted.