He just stood there, watching her, without saying a word.
Eva Nightingale decided to ignore him and turned to leave.
"Stop!" His cold voice came from behind, carrying a sense of dominance.
Eva felt happy inside, turned to look at him, but unexpectedly, his voice coldly echoed again:
"You can go back to your family."
"On one condition!"
"Condition?" Going home to see grandma requires conditions? She realized that he had truly changed—a completely different person.
"Come here." He sat in the car, gesturing with one hand for her to come over.
Eva walked over, stood by the car, and before she could react, he pulled her forcefully into his embrace, seating her on his lap.
There was no other sensation, just cold.
For a moment, it felt like he was made of ice.
Before she could react, he said something that made her fume with anger: "You can go home, but we'll get a divorce!"
"…Divorce?"
First came a contract, now divorce. Was he serious?
