"What's wrong? One billion isn't enough?"
He was the picture of abstinence, and his voice was icy. "You want me to add more?"
"Hm?"
As he spoke, he leaned in toward her and handed over the divorce agreement. "Little thing, we were a mutual-benefit deal from the very beginning. My dear wife, are you planning to breach the contract?"
As he spoke, his phoenix eyes, dark as obsidian, narrowed slightly, that razor‑sharp gaze making every muscle in her body go taut.
"The marriage contract is up, so we get divorced. What are you crying for?"
Her hand was shaking as she secretly signed her name.
That night. Lying alone in bed. Cold and lonely; the person lying beside her was no longer his burning‑hot body.
Tears slid down…
Eva Nightingale turned over.
Sleeping on the sofa was anything but restful.
She was dreaming, and never noticed the tall, straight figure standing at the door. He watched her for a long time, not moving an inch.
