NovelEnglishChapter 34 Barely a week after he'd handedthe keys, the house was already under renovation. I was chasing contractors from dawn till dusk. He never bothered to ask about it.
No matter how late I got home, at most, he'd politely comment, "Quite the night, huh?" or, "Looks like the Design Department's swamped" That was it. No inquiries about where I'd been or what I'd been up to. It wasn't within Bryant's scope of concern anymore.
With divorce on the horizon, I wasn't in the mood to hold back. "Maybe it's because you've been too busy with Margaret." Sure enough, his face tightened at the mention.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI felt a twinge of satisfaction.
Bryant said, "We haven't been in touch lately." "No need to explain to me. It didn't matter anymore." I said, "As you please. Once we divorce, you can bring her home." "Jane, why do you have to be so snarky?" His brows knitted together, a hint of helplessness in his tone.
I looked indifferent. "And how should I speak? "Divorce or not, she has nothing to do with us," He said.
"Seriously? What a joke." Dropping that bomb, went to the foyer, changing shoes to leave. Waiting in the car, the driver hurried to open the door for me. As I settled into the car, Bryant followed close behind.
Bryant, who usually had little to say, made an awkward conversation throughout the ride. His gaze dropped to my feet, puzzled. "Why have you stopped wearing heels?" "Flats are more comfortable," I replied emotionlessly.
Since I found out I was pregnant, I ditched the heels. Didn't want to risk anything.
"Oh. He uttered a word and pondered before asking, "When will Christmas' limited edition go into production?" What? I looked at him, perplexed.
Even though the Design Department I headed was responsible for a luxury brand, it wasn't the focus of the Ferguson Group in recent years. Bryant had delegated authority long ago, only requiring project updates at meetings, never inquiring privately.
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"Oh." He responded again, and wanting to end the conversation, I said bluntly, "Bryant, stop beating around the bush. Just sign the divorce papers soon and be a decent. ex-husband." He asked, "And what does a decent ex-husband look like?" I fumed. "Like you're dead."
Perhaps my words were too harsh, and Bryant finally lost interest infurther conversatioix Even as we arrived, his expression was as frosty as ever, looking like someone had trodden on his to But despite the rush, we were still a tad late.
Seeing us, Emma greeted us with a smile, "Mr. Timothy's already here, waiting for you guys."
I immediately felt guilty. I was the one who promised Timothy not to divorce yet here! was, living elsewhere. The content is on notito! novelenglish.net! Helplessly, I looked at Bryant, hoping he might help explain.
Before I could speak, he seemed to have guessed my intention, coldly saying, Nust pretend I'm dead." With his long strides, he lefttrailing behind 2/2 X
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