14
On the way home.
I thought about a lot.
Thinking about throwing the diary in his face as soon as I pushed open the door.
“You bastard, you thought I was cheating? Is that the kind of person I am in your eyes?”
“You have a mouth just for eating? Why didn’t you ask me?”
“Too scared to ask? What happened to that decisive, bold business style of yours? Did a dog eat it?”
“You’re all talk when it comes to solving my problems, but when it comes to your own, you just put on a leash? And it’s a dog leash at that.”
I cursed and grumbled all the way.
Bút as soon as I pushed open the door, I was immediately suffocated by the damp, oppressive air in the living room.
Adrian’s figure was hidden in the darkness, his long fingers tightly gripping a document, his knuckles deathly white, desperately suppressing his urge to destroy everything.
“Olivia, tell me, why do you… why do you insist on divorce?”
I stared at him in shock, making out in the light that the document in his hand was a divorce agreement.
Damn, the divorce agreement I casually asked my assistant to draft this morning had actually been sent directly to Adrian.
Given that Adrian would lose control like a mad dog at the mention of divorce.
I scratched my head, hurriedly explaining: “Adrian, this is a misunderstanding, I don’t want to divorce you…”
“Is that so? A misunderstanding?”
Adrian suddenly calmed down, his voice becoming flat, as if asking me about the weather.
I pursed my lips, quickly organizing the whole incident in my mind, just about to speak-
But I was suddenly interrupted by him.
His voice was low and hoarse, as if laced with ice, carrying an irresistible command.
“Olivia, now, immediately, right away–come here and kiss me.”
My whole body stiffened, almost thinking I had misheard, and I instinctively looked up at him.
Adrian was still wearing that well–tailored black suit from this morning, his polished handmade leather shoes gleaming coldly in the light, his whole demeanor like…
A domineering Dom looking down from above.
My throat tightened, startled by my own thoughts, but when I looked up, I saw a flash of hurt in his eyes.
I sighed, walked over, and under his suspicious gaze, kissed him hard, our lips and tongues intertwining and exploring.
“What else do you want me to do?” I asked breathlessly when we parted.
Adrian’s eyes were dark, still without a hint of trust, as he spoke word by word about the thing he had always avoided and concealed.
