Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen novel Chapter 325

Chapter 325 

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Immediately realizing her mistake, Mia bit her tongue in regret for her thoughtless words. 

Timothy shot a meaningful glance at her and remarked, “Well, it’s not entirely out of the question.” 

Mia’s face turned red, and she averted her eyes, murmuring, “Once Grandma successfully 

recovers from her surgery, perhaps we can discuss handling the divorce procedures at the 

courthouse.* 

As her words hung in the air, a heavy silence settled between them. 

The ambiguous atmosphere that had abruptly enveloped them just moments ago dissipated in an 

instant. 

Timothy regained his composure, leaning back in the cold metal chair. A heavy sensation 

weighed on his chest, making it difficult to breathe. 

Timothy’s gaze shifted to Mia. He pursed his lips before breaking the silence, “You know, it might 

not be strictly necessary to pursue a divorce.” 

Mia couldn’t believe Timothy’s words. 

She looked at him incredulously, convinced that she must have misheard his words. 

Though Mia comprehended each word Timothy spoke, when strung together in a sentence, Mia struggled to grasp the full meaning. 

What did Timothy mean by saying it’s not strictly necessary to get a divorce? Did that imply it was optional, or was he suggesting the opposite? 

Sensing Mia’s gaze, Timothy’s expression grew awkward. 

“What I’m trying to say is, I don’t have any particular criteria for a spouse.” he said bluntly. 

“Considering Grandma’s fondness for you, your presence could have a positive impact on her health. Hence, I’m contemplating the idea that you can continue being Mrs. Barrett.” 

After Timothy’s unexpected revelation, Mia felt as if her brain had gone blank for a moment, 

leaving her in a daze. 

A profound silence hung in the air. Mia looked at Timothy and moved closer to him. 

Timothy lowered his eyes, meeting Mia’s inquisitive look. 

He maintained his composure as she drew near, catching a whiff of her subtle yet pleasant 

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His eyes held a profound depth, with only the silhouette of Mia reflecting in his gaze. 

Unexpectedly. Timothy’s heart raced. Why was Mia getting so close? 

Was she perhaps stirred by his words? 

Just then, Mia reached out, gently pulling Timothy’s head toward hers. Their foreheads met in a tender collision, and their breaths intertwined in the shared space between them. 

Timothy’s breath caught, and his pupils contracted. 

His body tensed, and his gaze became fixed on Mia before him, lingering on her rosy lips. 

Shortly afterward, Mia pulled away, remarking, “It’s odd. You don’t seem feverish at all. Why do you sound so peculiar, like someone rambling with a fever?” 

Mia had entered into marriage with Timothy, who initially appeared lifeless, partly out of respect for Laura, but also because she genuinely liked him. 

Without that affection, how could Mia have upheld the role of a virtuous wife by Timothy’s side for the past three years? 

Looking at Timothy incredulously, Mia asserted, “Besides, just because you have no criteria for a spouse doesn’t imply that I don’t have any.” 

Caught off guard, Timothy swiftly retreated, his lips tightly pursed. 

Yet, Mia’s voice persisted in his ears. “Timothy, say something. Why the silence? If you’re sick, 

you should consult a doctor or at least check your temperature!” 

Timothy swallowed hard several times. Standing up from his seat, he walked away from the area. 

He felt like Mia had played him for a fool and regretted vocalizing those sentiments.