"What?"
Melvin frowned. It seemed that he didn't expect her to initiate the divorce. Obviously, it was her who drugged him last night. What kind of trick was she playing early in the morning!?
"Are you crazy?"
Lyra coldly glanced at him. Although she was much smaller than the man, her aura was completely on par with Melvin's at the moment.
"Haven't you always wanted a divorce? Since you were forced to marry me by your grandpa, now that he passed away and no one can stop you from marrying Charlotte. Don't you want to do it?"
Melvin pursed his lips and gave her a deep look.
Would she really be so kind as to give up the marriage?
Seeing that she was serious and did not look like she was telling lies, he hummed lightly and spoke in a cool tone, "Don't regret it."
Lyra sneered, and had never been so determined.
"The only thing I regret is that I married you."
After saying that, she turned her head and left the room. Her back was decisive and dashing.
Melvin stared at her back for a long time.
In the past, when he saw her, she always behaved in a gentle and soft way, pretending to be innocent, but today, her attitude was unexpectedly tough.
Could it be that she was really wronged about what happened last night?
But if it was not her, who else could it be?
...
The two went to the Civil Affairs Bureau that morning, one after the other.
Lyra, wearing ugly and cheap clothes, looked extraordinarily incongruous with Melvin who was in Prada's high-couture black suit, which attracted a lot of people's attentions.
But Lyra didn't care much. She just wanted to get it over with as soon as possible.
With only ten minutes, the miserable marriage was finally brought to a close.
Looking at the glaring divorce certificate in her hand, Lyra was absent-minded momentarily.
"In the future, you take care of yourself."
It was the his cool voice, and when Lyra looked up again, the man had long disappeared, without any reluctance, as if he had never been there.
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