I Chose Me Over My Marriage novel Chapter 121

It was ten in the morning.

Lyra Lennox arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau right on time.

She reflexively glanced around, checking to make sure there were no paparazzi.

Maxwell Sterling was late again.

He was even later than last time.

A full thirty minutes late.

To her surprise, he was dressed casually, missing his usual tailored suit and polished black dress shoes.

Seeing Lyra looking so radiant and put-together, Maxwell froze for a moment. A flash of awe crossed his eyes before quickly vanishing.

"You're quite punctual."

Lyra gave a mocking smile. "And you? Are you just here to waste my time?"

He was never late when dealing with others, especially when discussing business—he always preferred to arrive early.

But when it came to her, it seemed he wished he never had to show up at all.

Maxwell scoffed. "I got slightly delayed on the way, what's the big deal? Don't tell me you think I'm reluctant to divorce you. Lyra, don't be so..."

"Don't be so full of yourself, okay?"

Lyra cut him off directly, blatant disgust written across her face.

"It's just a divorce, yet how much of my time have you wasted? And now you're accusing me of dragging things out. How can you be so shameless?"

The pride on Maxwell's face froze instantly, his perfectly maintained composure shattering.

"You..."

"Me what? I'll admit I was blind to ever fall for you. But what about you? What kind of prize are you? I can admit I was blind, but can you admit you're absolute trash?"

Lyra stood with her hands on her hips as she spoke, clearly furious with him.

The moment the actual divorce certificate was in her hands, Lyra let out a long breath, a genuine smile finally gracing her lips.

Beside her, Maxwell held his certificate as if it were burning his skin, his expression looking downright miserable.

Lyra had no desire to pay him any attention. She tucked the document away and strode briskly toward the exit.

Maxwell followed behind her, his eyes slightly downcast. A suffocating wave of despair washed over him, making it hard to even breathe.

Stepping out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Lyra's immediate plan was to get into her car and leave.

Maxwell called out from behind her, "Lyra."

At first, Lyra didn't plan on stopping. After all, she could easily guess what he was going to say.

But Maxwell wasn't about to give up. He quickly caught up and stepped in front of her to block her path.

"We're already divorced, so there's no need to look at me like I'm your enemy. We do have years of history between us. Have you ever considered that we could still stay in touch?"

"Is there really a need for that?"