Divorce Has Never Felt This Good novel Chapter 212

Devin had not reached out to Becky since that night. It was almost a week.

Since Becky divorced Rory, Devin had always been after her, trying all he could to make her his. However, it now seemed as though Devin had exhausted his patience that night.

Devin was a playboy and he was very particular about his girlfriend. His ex-girlfriends were always good-looking.

Becky had only known a little about Devin before now. All she knew about him was what Jessie had told her.

Now it seemed that the rumors were right.

Becky grew up surrounded by good-looking people. Her mother, Vivien, her grandmother, and her aunt were all rare beauties, so she had a high standard for beauty.

Staring at the woman standing beside Devin, Becky felt quite amazed.

She couldn’t deny that the other woman was very beautiful.

Snapping out of her thought, Becky smiled at Devin and greeted him. “Hi, Devin.”

“Hi.” Devin smiled back at her.

He sounded distant at this moment.

Almost everyone in the city knew that Devin had chased Becky for a few days. Now that he had a new girlfriend, Becky could understand he wanted to keep a distance from her in front of his girlfriend.

In Becky’s eyes, Devin was a considerate boyfriend and respected the feelings of his girlfriend.

Jessie, who joined Becky afterward, frowned when she saw the lady with Devin. Snorting, she said, “It’s been a while, Devin. I haven’t seen you with this lady before. Is she your new girlfriend?”

Jessie’s words were ironical. “Jessie,” Becky whispered, pinching her arm.

Relunctantly, Jessie pursed her lips and crossed her arms across her breasts.

Becky continued walking toward her car and Jessie tagged along. “You said he was not bad, didn’t you?”

“But he’s a playboy. Just forget about him.” Jessie pouted. “Becky, you don’t have any feelings for him, do you?”

Becky knew that Jessie misunderstood. “What a great imagination you have, Jessie. Don’t you think you’ll make a beautiful writer?”

Then she opened her car door and got in the car. “I have some important documents to work on. I would love to be alone while at them.”

Jessie gaped at her. “Come on, Becky! It’s not office hours. Why would you work overtime?”

Becky ignited the engine and said casually, “Making money makes me happy.”

Dazed, Jessie watched Becky zoom off. Not knowing what to do, she stood there helplessly.