Chapter 20
The July wind was warm and gentle.
Three days had passed since her last visit, Grace returned to the law firm once again. However, this time she noticed that everyone seemed to be in a hurry, as if they were very busy.
She didn’t care and went into Wendy’s office.
As soon as she sat down, she noticed the dark circles under Wendy’s eyes. Her heart tightened, and she couldn’t help but ask, “What’s wrong with you? Have you not been resting well lately?”
Wendy smiled slightly and said, “It’s okay, a new project came in, so I’ve been busy, but I can handle it.”
After comforting him, Wendy changed the subject: “The lawsuit documents have been prepared and submitted to the court. The court summons will be sent to Owen soon.
Grace was not a curious person.
She didn’t want to say, so she didn’t ask again. After chatting for a while, Grace got up to leave. As she passed by the pantry, she heard voices coming from inside.
The content made her stop in her tracks.
“I don’t know what’s going on, but a lot of projects have stopped cooperating recently…”
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“Don’t you know? It seems like the boss offended the Morgan Group, and now all the other companies are following suit and kicking them while they’re down.”
Grace frowned.
The anger in her heart was ignited, she didn’t expect that Owen would say one thing and do another again.
He agreed to divorce in words, but used Pamela as an excuse to delay. Now he is openly pressuring her not to divorce.
Grace arrived at the Morgan Group with a cold expression on her face.
The front desk knew her identity and did not stop her. Grace arrived at the president’s office without any obstacles.
Pushing open the door, she saw Owen sitting upright in the black leather chair, his gaze calmly fixed on her as she strode in
aggressively.
Grace took a deep breath and said, “Owen, what do you mean?”
“We couldn’t get divorced.”
Owen looked straight at her, his eyes still cold.
Grace’s heart tightened uncontrollably. She didn’t understand, really didn’t understand, why would he trap her when he clearly didn’t love her?
She just wanted a divorce.
But she was always trapped in this cage, making her feel suffocated,
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desperate, and powerless. Grace closed her eyes, suppressed the pain in her heart, and opened them again, with a look of desperation in her
eyes.
“Okay, then we won’t get divorced.”
Grace coldly spat out these words, staring into his eyes, with a faint smile: “From now on, you play your game, I play mine, and we’ll just rot away like this for the rest of our lives.”
Upon hearing this, Owen’s face immediately darkened.
He stood up, his tall figure circling around the table, forcefully approaching her with an intense momentum, his eyes filled with danger: “What did you say?”
In the line of sight.
Grace’s face was pale, but she still stubbornly lifted her head and said, “What? You can play, but I can’t?”
Seemed to be angered.
Owen’s expression darkened as he firmly grasped Grace’s chin, “Say it’ again!”
“Hiss…”
Grace cried out in pain, tears of endurance instantly welled up in her eyes, and the words that had been suppressed for a long time burst out: “Owen, you never loved me in the first place. There are so many suitors for you to choose from, why can’t you just let me go?”
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“It was you who said that once emotions are involved, we should get divorced. I used to love you, but that doesn’t mean I am a cheap person. Seeing you with another woman, can’t I leave?”
At this moment, her mind was in chaos, and she had no idea what she
had said.
I could barely feel Owen releasing his hand that had been holding my chin captive, pulling me into his arms. His almost whispered breath in my ear said, “There is no other woman…”
It rained outside at some point, but I’m not sure when.
Outside the French window, dark clouds rolled, and pea-sized raindrops pounded on the glass, making a ‘pitter-patter’ sound.
The indoor crying gradually stopped.
Grace was buried in Owen’s arms, her slender shoulders occasionally shuddering with sobs. Gradually, the out-of-control emotions began to
calm down.
The cold and sharp fragrance kept wafting into her lungs and heart. She raised her head slightly, only to see a wet patch on the man’s shoulder in her line of sight.
Grace’s body suddenly stiffened.
The man had a cleanliness obsession, but then he thought again and decided it didn’t matter. It would be best to make him feel disgusted
and let himself leave.
“Have you finished crying?”
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The indifferent voice of the man came from above Grace’s head. She felt uncomfortable and wanted to break free from his encirclement. Just as she took a step back, she felt a tightness around her waist, and her body once again pressed closely against his, fitting perfectly together.
In my ears came his words again: “From beginning to end, I have only ever had you, I have never touched another woman.”
Grace’s face froze for a moment.
She couldn’t see Owen’s expression clearly, unsure of its authenticity, but deep down she also understood that he was a man with strong self- control and cleanliness, and he might really have only had a physical relationship with her.
But so what?
Looking through the broad shoulders of the man, she looked at the water stains on the glass and retorted coldly, “What you said may be true, but what I want is not these. What I want is love that is not inconsistent, which you cannot give.”
The tall figure froze.
Grace had already known the answer. Her face hidden in the shadows, her expression cold. “Owen, do you love me?”
There was no response for a long time.
A hint of sarcasm flashed in Grace’s eyes as she raised her hand and gently pushed Owen away. This time, there was no resistance.
She left with only one sentence: “If you can’t give it to me, either let me go, or we just ignore each other and do our own thing. Give me an answer in three days.”
The door was pulled open and then closed again.
Owen stood still, his usually calm eyes showing rare ripples. Did he love Grace?
He couldn’t see his own heart clearly.
