"It doesn't matter."
Kristen interrupted Trey.
"Mr. Barrett, you are always short-tempered. You flipped over the table and threw the food to the ground. It was no big deal."
Trey instantly shut his mouth. He thought, why bother?
She suddenly becomes so cranky! I can't communicate with her at all!
"I have been very busy with work recently. Stay in the villa. Don't run around and cause me trouble."
"Trey, I want a divorce!"
Kristen suddenly became a little anxious. "Can we stop torturing each other?
"You like Emilee. Shouldn't I leave so that she can be your wife?"
"Do you think you can leave?
"Don't you remember what I said before? Even if we get a divorce, you can only be my maid!"
Trey stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed out.
Kristen lost balance, and she banged her head on the back of the car seat. She angrily roared, "Trey, you are crazy!
"Do you want to see me die?