The Billionaire's Silent Treatment Chapter 1

I transmigrated as the beautiful ex-wife of an autistic male lead.

Even though I talked to him eight hundred times a day, he still refused to spare me a single glance.

So, I gave up and decided to just chill.

The system told me to curry favor with the male lead. I kicked his shoulder and told him to go make me a three-course meal with soup.

While he was sweating over the stove, furiously wielding a spatula, I chewed on my boba pearls and directed him:

"Next time you order me boba, make sure it's 30% sugar, no ice, and add a cheese foam on top."

Later, when this almighty, powerful billionaire was attending a top-tier executive meeting, a phone alarm suddenly went off.

Everyone in the room held their breath.

The notoriously unsmiling man faintly curled his lips:

"It's time. I have to order her boba first."

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Transmigrating as the beautiful ex-wife of an autistic male lead.

At first, I refused.

You have to understand, I've loved talking since I was a kid.

When I go back to my hometown for the holidays, my mouth alone can leave a dozen gossiping old ladies speechless.

I post on Facebook more than ten times a day.

My voice memos are always a full 60 seconds.

Staring at the tightly locked bedroom door, I banged on it while wailing:

"System, look at this! Is this reasonable?!"

I had been married to Arthur Sterling for two years. He spent most of his time locked in his room, not speaking, just tinkering with his woodwork.

Every day, I stood outside his door, chanting like a monk about everything that happened over the past few days. For example, today the boba shop skimped on the pearls, 50% sugar was way too sweet, the neighbor Mrs. Smith's son's cat just had three kittens, and so on.

But I never heard a single word in response.

I was stuck talking to the air and the potted plants every day. If this kept up, I was going to become autistic myself!

The system came up with a terrible idea: use my beauty.

Wearing something incredibly revealing, I stood outside his door and cooed, "Arthur~"

Well, I don't know if the guy inside got hot, but I definitely started burning up.

I ran a fever for two whole nights. I almost thought I was going to die.

Arthur suddenly noticed the silence.

Realizing something was wrong, he came out of his room, found my brain practically frying from the fever, and hurriedly called 911 to get me to the hospital.

But even then, he still refused to speak to me.

I knew he could speak.

I knew he could hear me.

In a fit of anger, I gave up.

Whoever wants to woo him can do it themselves.