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I went upstairs and carefully packed my belongings into my suitcase. Then, I took out the divorce agreement that Luna had hidden in the safe and signed my name without hesitation: "Anyway, you have already prepared it, so I don't have to print it." The moment I handed the pen to her, the bitterness in my heart surged like a tide.

Once upon a time, she only had eyes for me, but now the way she doesn't love me makes me particularly heartbroken. She held the pen with an ugly face and remained silent. I won't be self-indulgent and regard her hesitation at this moment as proof that she still loves me. Because I know very well in my heart that Luna just can't accept the sudden departure of the man who has been following her. This may be understood as possessiveness, or self-esteem, but it is definitely not love.

The moment she put pen to paper, Ethan 's eyes flashed with uncontrollable excitement. After signing, she threw the divorce agreement at me and said arrogantly, "If you want to make a scene, I can accompany you, but you have to understand that the cool-off period for divorce is only 30 days. If it exceeds 30 days, then I will not wait for you anymore."

Ethan said sarcastically: "Tsk~ A man in his 30s is still throwing a tantrum. I think you should just leave him alone and let him calm down." He was really good at sowing discord between husband and wife, and he was ruthless. If it were in the past, I would have immediately refuted, but now, I felt exhausted even to say one more word.

I silently took the divorce agreement she signed and walked out of the villa. The sky began to drizzle, and I couldn't help but look back, hoping that she would rush out to keep me, but I saw her supporting Ethan who was walking unsteadily. I sneered and stepped firmly into the rain. At this point, I still had fantasies about her. It was really wishful thinking.

Back to the villa left to me by my parents, I took a shower and fell asleep. When I woke up the next day, I felt a little dizzy and stuffy. After taking my temperature, I found that I had a low fever. I took two cephalosporins and prepared to go back to sleep, but the phone on the bedside kept vibrating. I answered the phone in a daze, but I heard Luna's angry question: "Did you do this on purpose? You knew that Mr. Brown was the host today, and you knew that he valued the harmony between husband and wife, so you deliberately picked on me yesterday to have a conflict?" "Are you trying to force me to bow to you? Ethan is right, you capitalists' children are so scheming! You actually want to threaten me with this." Her voice became louder and louder, and her words became more and more unpleasant.

I suppressed my temper, "So you called just to say this?" She snorted coldly, and said in a twisted tone: "Come here now, I must get this order!" I sighed helplessly, wanting to say that her business had nothing to do with me, but she hung up the phone directly. Her company is also my hard work, so I still went.

After entering the box, Mr. Brown immediately greeted me enthusiastically. " Xavier family kid, you are finally here!" Ethan sat on Luna 's left hand side and picked up food for her in an extremely intimate manner. Luna left an empty seat for me on her right, but I didn't go over. Instead, I pulled up another stool and sat next to Mr. Brown. Her face darkened, revealing an unhappy expression. But I no longer care about these things. I came here just to say a few words to Mr. Brown. He is a good brother of my father and he also takes good care of me. Luna also knows that he has a good relationship with my father, so he asked me to come to this drinking party. Because of me, Mr. Brown gave Luna a lot of orders, and I should thank him. It's just that I took cefuroxime, so I can only drink tea instead of wine.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I picked up the glass, Ethan started to speak with a smile on his face: "Xavier hasn't been in contact with the company for a long time. I'm afraid he forgot that it's not customary to use tea instead of wine at the table. People who don't know would think you deliberately neglected Mr. Brown." Before Mr. Brown spoke, Luna frowned and looked at me: "How come you don't know any etiquette? Why don't you apologize to Mr. Brown!" After that, she poured another full glass of wine and pushed it in front of me.