Chapter 71 Just Friends
The woman seemed quite fearful of Meryl. She cast a furtive glance in her direction and then hid behind Dante.
Dante was stunned. “Lola, why did you come out?”
Lola Cohen pressed her lips and looked at Meryl cautiously again. “I was worried about you. She is?”
“She is a friend of Anne,” Dante replied, then turned his gaze towards Meryl and asked, “What did you just say? What happened to Anne?”
Meryl frowned.
As soon as she saw Lola, her desire to continue instantly vanished.
“You stayed out all night just for her?” Meryl asked, glancing at Lola with cold disdain. “Dante, you have poor taste.”
Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, Lola’s face paled.
Dante was also stunned and quickly explained, “Don’t talk nonsense. There is nothing between Lola and me.”
Meryl was about to speak when Anne appeared out of nowhere.
“Nothing? Dante, don’t you feel disgusted saying that?” Anne glared at him, her anger palpable as she hurled the bag in her hand at him. “Scumbag!”
Lola immediately stepped forward and stood in front of Dante to protect him.
“Anne, we’re not what you think we are. Please don’t take it out on Dante. If you need to vent, hit me instead!” Lola declared.
Before she could finish speaking, the handbag struck Lola in the face. She screamed and collapsed to the ground, burying her head in her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Dante’s expression shifted, and he immediately checked for any injuries. “Lola!” he exclaimed.
Even Meryl found the scene distressing, not to mention Anne.
The bag was made of soft sheepskin and contained only a phone and keys. It didn’t hurt at all when it hit someone.
Anne’s eyes were red, and Meryl gently held her cold hand.
“Divorce. I’m with you.”
Anne nodded and whispered, “Accompany me to the operation in a few days.”
“Okay.”
They didn’t speak loudly, but Dante heard it.
Upon hearing that Anne needed an operation, he immediately released Lola.
Dante frowned and scrutinized Anne. “What operation? Where are you feeling uncomfortable?”
“None of your business,” Anne snapped.
She then stepped on Dante’s instep, pressing hard with her high heels, and walked away as if nothing had happened.
Dante grabbed her wrist and asked, “Did your leg injury relapse?”
Three years ago, Anne injured her leg in an accident.
She was originally a dancer, but a serious leg injury forced her to quit. She even spent two years abroad recuperating.
As a result, she could only change her career to modeling.
Feeling amused, Anne asked, “Dante, are you pretending to care about me?”
“You’re my wife. Isn’t it normal for me to care about you?”
Anne corrected him, “It’s the ex-wife.”
“What ex-wife? I didn’t sign the papers,” Dante said, then lifted Anne onto his shoulders.
“What are you doing!” Anne yelled, horrified as she punched and kicked him. “Dante, put me down!”
“Your leg injury has relapsed. Just be quiet. I’ll carry you back.”
Unable to break free, Anne could only scratch his back with her nails.
But Dante didn’t care.
Amid the surprised gazes of passers-by, he carried Anne and walked away.
Meryl was stunned.
She had never seen anything like that.
Meryl intended to catch up but realized it would be inappropriate. After all, Dante and Anne looked more like a quarreling couple.
Turning around, Meryl frowned upon seeing Lola still there.
“Ms. Cohen, you’ve also seen that, too. Being a mistress won’t do you any good,” she remarked.
Dante’s actions clearly showed that he cared about Anne; otherwise, he wouldn’t have carried her so worriedly upon hearing about her needing an operation, fearing her leg injury might worsen.
As someone who could be friends with Chandler, Meryl didn’t believe that Dante was truly a scumbag.
So, she guessed that the problem lay with Lola.
“I… I’m not a mistress,” Lola explained, lowering her head, her cheeks flushed. “Mr. Paltrow and I are just friends.”