Tessa Caldwell really hated this side of Faye, always so indifferent, as if nothing mattered to him.
Because she was a substitute, a shadow of his ex-girlfriend.
Not caring, not taking it to heart, that's why he didn't care.
Faye sighed lightly, "If you want a divorce, you'll have to wait until it's finalized, for now, just lie down properly for me."
Tessa felt a pang of sadness; he actually agreed.
She bit her lip, feeling a jolt in her heart, as expected.
Tessa looked at him, and solemnly reiterated, "I'm not joking, and it's not a spur-of-the-moment decision. I'm serious, I want a divorce."
"I know."
This extremely handsome man, whose every move was filled with charm, elegance, and dignity, remained so calm, "Say whatever you like, as long as you're happy."
But saying what you want doesn't mean I'll actually let you do it.
Of course, Faye wouldn't say this to Tessa.
Tessa felt as though she was about to die from frustration.
