A Billionaire After Divorce

HIS MENTAL HEALTH

"S...," Layla chokes on her words, her face flushing. If she had ever seen a petty person before, she doesn't think she has met anyone as petty as Jordan.

She can't believe he is so bent on paying her back with her own coins. How can such a young man be as petty as a woman? Ah! She bites down on her lower lip, almost to the point of a red spot, and looks down at the phones in her hand. Jordan's expression is so dark that she can't dare to look at it, and she can't afford to answer his question.

After all, he is saying nothing but the truth. If she answers yes that he is being overbearing, doesn't that mean she was also being overbearing earlier?

And if she says no that he isn't being overbearing, then what was the need for her earlier remark? She has been put in a spot where every answer of hers would lead to another course of action.

She has suffered enough in a few hours that she can't bear the thought of another happening. Gritting her teeth, she unlocks her phone, and scrolls to