Maya was secretly delighted but didn’t let it show. She pretended to be magnanimous, saying, “I’ll forgive you for Tim’s sake.”

Mia straightened up and looked at Timothy. “Can I go now?”

She didn’t want to spend another second there. She bent down to pick the divorce agreement up and handed it to him. This time, her attitude was as firm as possible.

Timothy looked at the divorce agreement and subconsciously frowned. He hadn’t expected Mia to sign the papers without a fuss this time. Whenever he’d tried to do this in the past, she would have Laura help her.

He’d already thought of the ways he could persuade Laura to see sense, but it seemed he wouldn’t need to do anything.

Timothy couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable. He looked at Mia’s suitcase. Was she leaving already?

He looked at her. “Have you already found a place to stay?”

“No,” Mia answered reflexively. She looked at him in surprise. Was he concerned about her?

“Go downstairs to get some ice for Maya’s foot. She sprained it because of you, so you can’t

Timothy was worried about her. It seemed their three-year marriage was nothing compared to

the bedroom, walking stiffly. Her husband’s mistress had barged into their marital home and taken control of

self-deprecatingly, “Could you be any cheaper, Mia

stairs, she accidentally missed a step. She instinctively grabbed the plant closest to her, but it fell over and

this critical moment, someone grabbed

turned to stare at

his chest. Her cheek was pressed to his chest;

lifted her into his arms and carried her down

feet. They’d been married for three years but had never had any physical contact aside from

eyes open when you’re walking. You don’t wanna fall on your head and end up like

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