I handed him the divorce agreement on the table as I spoke.
Easton took it over and frowned. From his face, I couldn't tell what he was thinking about.
"These days, I have been neglecting you, but I hope you can reconsider the divorce matter more carefully." His voice sounded magnetic.
"Look, he talks to me about our divorce in such a casual tone."
It was like how he usually got business done with his clients.
I suddenly felt a little dizzy. Smiling bitterly, I said, "Easton, you have always been ambiguous to me, making me feel exhausted."
Easton silently put the divorce agreement back on the table. Looking somewhat awkward, he opened his mouth several times. In the end, he didn't say a word.
I sat on the sofa in frustration, staring at him attentively.
It was so quiet in the living room.
It was Easton who broke the silence first.
"Giana, I can fulfill anything you want,' he said seriously and solemnly, "except for my love."
Hearing what he said, I was in so much pain.
"So what does everything between him and me mean?"
I was silent for a moment before saying lightly, "I want to work at your company."
Alana was at his company.
I couldn't be the only one who was sad.