On the day he and Lynzee were set to get their marriage license, he finally rushed back—clearly only to grab his documents.
After rummaging through his study, he came downstairs and found me sitting calmly with a book in hand. His brows knitted together.
He paused for a moment before speaking, his tone uncertain.
“Tomorrow, come with me to a party. Whatever happens there, don’t take it to heart. I’ll explain it to you afterward.”
I simply nodded, my expression unchanging.
That was when he finally sensed something was off.
Frowning, he let his gaze sweep around the villa.
“Where’s all the stuff we used to have? And… our wedding photo?”
A strange feeling must’ve stirred in him.
If this had been before—after the way he had treated me—by now I would have already been confronting him, arguing, refusing to let it go.
But now, no matter what he said, I remained calm… almost detached.
It probably gave him the unsettling sense that I might no longer feel anything for him at all.
And I knew—that possibility tightened something deep in his chest.
Without looking up from my book, I turned a page and answered flatly, “The villa’s going to be renovated soon. Those things aren’t needed anymore.”