She had made it clear. She didn't want any shares, not a single penny or any compensation from the Montgomery family. Why wouldn't they just let her go?
...
The bedroom was deathly silent.
Lysander held her hand, his fox-like eyes downcast, black hair falling across his face, obscuring his emotions. His voice, however, remained calm and steady.
"That robot, I built it with my own hands."
Mila scoffed.
"So what? Why would I want a piece of junk that’s there just to remind and humiliate me every day?"
A robot that constantly reiterated 'I don't love you,' only served as a reminder of how foolish the past seven years had been.
That was the truth of Lysander's heart, his unwavering refusal to love her!
Love or not, she was beyond caring.
"Lysander," she began, keeping her voice even, "Is there any point in dragging this out? You know you can't keep me here forever. I am determined to go through with the divorce."
No one could sway her resolve.
She had had enough!
Lysander looked at her, his fox-like eyes dark and fathomless. "I can let you leave, but can you promise you won't go abroad?"
Mila fell silent.
Of course, that was impossible. As soon as she had the chance, she would leave the country!
But considering the current situation, she was about to negotiate when a shadow fell over her, and her lips were suddenly sealed with his in a brief kiss. Lysander pulled back immediately, his eyes inscrutable.
"Don't lie to me."
Mila felt drained, suddenly losing the will to converse with him. She leaned tiredly against the sofa, turning her gaze away.
As Lysander was about to make another move, a knock came at the door.
"Sir."
Leonard called from outside.
Lysander took a deep look at the woman reclining on the sofa, her profile turned away from him, then turned and left.
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