They both rested for a moment, calling a temporary truce.
The night wind carried a sharp chill, and since she was covered in a layer of cold sweat from the fight, Seraphina shuddered.
Pierce tightened his grip around her, pulling her closer against his warmth. "Let's go inside to talk."
Seraphina immediately braced her foot against the front doorframe. "I'm not going in."
"Seraphina, stop being so stubborn, okay?" Pierce's tone carried a hint of surrender. "You were already sick, and now you've bruised your elbow... By the way, why did you buy so much rubbing alcohol and so many bandages at the pharmacy? Are you hurt somewhere else?"
"Mr. Prescott, shouldn't you save all this concern for your precious 'old friend'? Leave me alone."
Pierce fell silent for a few seconds. "You're my wife."
"Only until Wednesday," Seraphina calculated the days. "Which is the day after tomorrow... No, wait, tomorrow."
It was already well past midnight.
They had officially crossed into a new day.
"Pierce," Seraphina closed her eyes, "let me go. I'm begging you."
She wasn't just talking about the arms locked around her waist.
She was talking about their marriage. She was begging him for a divorce. She just wanted to be free.
Pierce ground his teeth, his voice dropping to a freezing register. "We haven't settled the score between us. I'm not signing the papers."
"I'll pay back every cent I owe you. I'll even write you a promissory note right now."
"That's not what I'm talking about."
"Then we really have absolutely nothing left to discuss."
Pierce was just opening his mouth to argue when his phone started ringing.
He cursed under his breath but made no move to answer it.
Seraphina prompted him coldly. "You should take that. Wouldn't want to delay Mr. Prescott's important business."



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