I touched the back of my cold hand and said lightly, "I am not feeling well."
He paused and reached out to hold me tighter.
But I brushed off his hand and got out of bed.
Ian frowned as he watched me. "Where are you going?"
"The guest room."
I don't know if my attitude angered him, but Ian's face showed anger. He said, "When will you grow up? Do you have to throw a tantrum with me?"
His words were impatient, as if I was the one being unreasonable from start to finish.
My previously calm heart rippled. I had a bitter smile on my lips.
"In your eyes, the one who is always causing trouble is me, right?"
Ian stared at me. He didn't respond to my words.
But he silently agreed with what I said.
I curled my lips coldly and looked back at him. "Since we have reached the point where we can't stand each other, let's find a time to go to the civil affairs bureau to file for divorce."
Hearing this, the anger in Ian's eyes deepened.
He got out of bed and came straight at me.
"Clara! I have made it very clear. She can give me the novelty you can't. After this period, I will naturally get rid of her. To me, you are the most important."
Hearing this shameless statement, I stared in shock.