Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother Chapter 609 609

"Where are you going, Chelsea?" Judith asked. "It's so cold out there."

"It's none of your business, you old bitch," Chelsea replied curtly."

"CHELSEA!" Judith snapped when she heard Chelsea could easily curse in front of her children. It wasn't the first ti Chelsea did it, but Judith would always snap and yell at her for doing so.

Chelsea looked over her shoulder and scoffed, "You're going to be holess soon. I suggest you not yell at , and that includes all of you—" Chelsea looked down at her sons. "—if any of you dare to make a ss or noises at ho, I will fucking kick all of you out or sell you to so black market organ dealer. I don't have ti to take care of four little shits at the sa ti."

Judith was speechless, while the boys were too terrified to say anything to their mother, especially when their mother smirked while looking down at them. She was like a monster, ready to swallow them whole if they dared to make a noise. They just nodded and lowered their eyes.

"Good," Chelsea walked over to their small children and then to the front door. "You guys can eat that at or whatever. That kind of dinner is so beneath , ew," Chelsea said.

After all, she would be eting with Vincent soon. She believed Vincent would bring her to a fancy restaurant, maybe fine dining. It would be a great treat for her since she had to endure eating peasants' food cooked by her mother for so long.

'Mm, Tommy also never brought to any fine dining restaurant before. This will be the first ti for !' Chelsea thought. She almost squealed excitedly as she left her family's apartnt and went downstairs.

She opened the main door, and her body shivered instantly when the cold hit her. But the energy from her sweet winter romance imagination helped her fight off the cold, and she walked to the park not far from the triple-decker apartnt.

It was a small park with a few lamp posts to light up the area.

Chelsea saw only one person—a handso man wearing a suit and long jacket to cover himself from the cold. His hand was tucked inside the pockets on each side of the jacket. He leaned on the lamp post, staring straight while snow slowly fell around him.

It was none other than Vincent Gray, the handso man, the billionaire, the man that every woman in this world wished for in their dreams, and also the future husband of Chelsea Gray—Well, Chelsea Davis right now, but not for long.

Chelsea held her breath. Vincent Gray looked so ethereal. He truly looked like a handso man from a movie, which made Chelsea fall in love again!

She made quick steps towards him, unable to contain her excitent about what would happen soon.

She approached Vincent, who was dazed, and then made a little surprise by hugging his arm, "Babe!"

Vincent instinctively pushed Chelsea away until she fell to the snow-piled ground, "Ah!"

Vincent frowned when he finally turned around to see who dared to touch him, and he was surprised when he saw Chelsea.

"Don't startle like that," Vincent said.

Chelsea pouted, but there was no cuteness when the ear-to-ear scar was so grotesque, especially when highlighted by the lamppost light.

"Babe, you're so an…." Chelsea whimpered. She raised her hand and asked, "Help up pleaseee~."

Vincent was almost unable to hide his disgust. But he persevered in the end and smiled at her. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her up, and Chelsea used the situation to throw all her weight on him until she fell into his embrace.

"Ouch, Babe~ Why are you so naughty?" Chelsea giggled as she circled her hand around his neck and rested her head on his chest. She could feel his warmth, and it was all she needed to fight the winter.

Vincent's jaw tightened, and the veins on his temples popped as he was so angry because this filthy bitch dared to rest in his embrace. His whole body trembled underneath his suit and jacket, but again, he tried to act calm because this wouldn't be fun if he lost his temper now.

He gently pushed Chelsea away, but Chelsea hugged his neck tighter, "Let stay like this for a while, Babe. You know it's very cold, or…." Chelsea looked up and smiled, which only made Vincent's hair stand up. "Do you want us to spend the night sowhere warr?"

"Let go now, or I will change my mind," Vincent said harshly. He had had enough of her and her stupidity.

But Chelsea didn't see it as harsh or a threat. She got so excited when she heard that Vincent might 'change his mind.'

'Does that an he has everything set in his mind now? Does he want to actually propose here? OH MY GOD!' Chelsea quickly released her arm around his neck and took a step back.

She tried to keep calm, but she just couldn't, so she had that permanent smirk on her that disgusted Vincent so much.

Vincent took a deep breath first.

'Bear with it, Vincent. This won't be long. You will see so funny stuff after this,' Vincent told himself so he could continue his act.

"Chelsea…" Vincent called her na with his deep yet llow voice. "I've been waiting for you here one hour earlier than our schedule. I… I can't shake off the nervousness, because I will et you tonight for a special occassion."

Vincent almost snickered when he said that line because that was total bullshit. He ca here ten minutes ago, but he reckoned these kinds of words would lt a stupid bitch like Chelsea.

"W—Why are you nervous? It's just , I'm nothing special…." Chelsea said. Though she just played along because she knew that Vincent would definitely 100% propose to her here, maybe with a ring as well.