Ex Husband Goes Money Comes Chapter 435
Ex-husband Goes Money Comes by Yvone Zabielski
Chapter 435 Reward After the Punishment
Viola was annoyed. She knocked on the edge of the
bed and said, âIâll let you explain after the punishment.â
Ormand was lost for words.
He felt short of breath. He pursed his lips and looked at Viola with bitterness.
Viola knocked on the edge of the bed with the ruler and reminded Ormand with a cold face, âHave you f
orgotten the
fifty rules in âCode of a Real Gentlemanâ that Bentley gave you earlier?â
Ormand was completely lost for words. After struggling for a long time, he gave Viola his left palm.
Viola shook her head, not satisfied. âBoth hands.â
âViola, I have to sign contracts tomorrow.â If his right hand was hurt, he wouldnât be able to write properl
y.
Viola remained expressionless and was not taking a step back, as if to tell Ormand that this was not ne
gotiable.
Ormand was hurt by the look in Violaâs eyes. He was upset and gave her his right palm.
Snap.
The ruler hit Ormandâs palms three times.
Ormandâs big palms swelled up instantly where the ruler had hit.
It was so painful that Ormand grimaced. His fingertips trembled, and he held his breath. He felt deeply
hurt.
Viola stared at him and asked, her eyes red, âAfter the babies were born, you didnât care much about th
em. Ormand, is it because you donât like me or because you donât like the kids that I took pains to give
you?â
Ormand suddenly raised his head. He was
shocked by Violaâs thoughts. âWhere did you get that kind of thought? Itâs exactly because Iâve seen wit
h my own eyes how much pain youâve taken over the past ten
months! It made my heart ache for you. So I never go against you.â
Ormand bit his lower lip, feeling extremely sad, and complained in a low voice.
âViola, I can say the same thing. Since the arrival of the babies, you care about me so much less than b
efore. In your heart, Iâm less important than the children. This time, you blame me for this and punish m
e. You donât care about my
feelings anymore.â
Viola stared at him in shock. She was so angry that she even laughed.
âAre you jealous of our children? How old are they? They are only one month old. They canât take care
of themselves at all and need our love and care. What are the children to you? Your enemies?â
Ormand lowered his eyes and fell silent.
Viola hit his palms three more times with the ruler with the same amount of force. Ormand must learn hi
s lesson.
Ormand hissed.
He frowned. This was the first time he got hit on the palms on the washboard.
His knees hurt, his hands hurt, and his heart hurt even more. Ormand had
nowhere to vent his grievances, which
almost suffocated him.
âViola, in my heart, nothing is more important than you. You are my priority. But in your heart, the childr
en are more important than me.
âCall me unreasonable and selfish. I donât mind.â
He didnât mind it. But it didnât mean he would change.
Viola sighed and softened her tone. âOrmand, you donât understand how hard pregnancy is on a mothe
r. If it wasnât because I love you and care about you, I wouldnât be willing to give you kids. I love and car
e so much about the kids because they are mine and also yours.
âShitty things happen to
rich and powerful families all the time. There are many rich kids that got kidnapped or stolen by their fa
miliesâ rivals when they were little. It gives me great fear. Moreover, the Miah thing Miah taught me I ca
n never be too careful. Itâs not that you are no longer important to me.â
Ormand sighed and asked in a low voice, âViola, you are always
worried that someone is coming to steal our children. Is it some kind of postpartum anxiety?â
Violaâs face sank. She raised the ruler and hit Ormand three more times.
But this time, she only hit his left palm.
Viola answered his question seriously, âMaybe. But if you make me angry when you know there is such
a thing as postpartum anxiety, you deserve more punishment!â
With that, Viola hit Ormand again, harder than earlier.
Ormand couldnât help but snatch his left hand back. Then he put it back in its original position.
He explained with red eyes, âIf I didnât want to spoil you because of these things, I wouldnât have let you
hit me so
obediently.
âViola, I only want you to take a tiny bit out of the love you give the children and give it to me.â
Viola sighed again. She put down the ruler and held Ormandâs palms to look at his injuries carefully.
Ormandâs left hand was purple and swollen, and it made her heart ache. Viola gently rubbed his palms
with her fingers
and blew cool air on them.
âDoes it hurt?â
Ormand didnât feel like crying during the punishment. But now that Viola was so gentle to him, tears wel
led up in his eyes, and he felt a lump in his throat.
âI havenât hit you so hard in a long time. Is it painful?â
Viola felt regretful. She hurriedly helped Ormand up and took the ointment used to reduce the swelling f
rom the head of the bed. Then she applied the ointment to Ormandâs knees and palms.
When Viola was doing this, she said seriously, âOrin, I hope that there will be no more arguments betw
een us on childrenâs things. Donât think nonsense again or be jealous of the children, okay?â
Ormand did not answer but asked, âI got a good beating tonight. Can I get some reward from you?â
Violaâs hand that was applying medicine to his palm paused. She raised her arm and hit Ormand with h
er hand neither hard nor gently.
Viola scoffed. âThis is serious! Is your brain full of dirty stuff? Can we
talk nicely? This concerns our relationship after we become parents!â
Ormand leaned forward and kissed Viola on the cheek. He smiled wickedly, âMy brain is full of you.â
Viola was lost for words.
Why did she feel that it was an insult?
Seeing that she was silent, Ormand pressed his face against hers.
âViola, because you were pregnant and then needed recuperation, I have been celibate for a long time.
Viola was amused by his words.
Very persuasive. Viola indeed did not.
Viola pushed Ormandâs handsome face away. âI can give you some reward, but donât be jealous of the b
âOkay.â
In front of the temptation of sex, Ormand did not hesitate at all.
The moment Viola was done, Ormand pounced on her like a wolf.
But Viola said, âI agreed to make love, but I didnât say it was today. If you can keep your promise next we
get
what you want.â
Ormand thought, a WEEK?
The burning fire of desire and lust in Ormandâs body was instantly distinguished.
âViola, youâre so cruelâ¦â Ormand buried his head into Violaâs arms and pressed his face against her flat
Viola laughed as she stroked his handsome face and gave him an excuse.
âThe doctor said that the wounds from the natural birth may not be fully recovered, and sex is not advise
honey.â
Fine.
Ormand gave up. Since it was about Violaâs health, he could only suppress his desires.
He took Viola into his arms and slept while holding her tightly to calm himself down.