Did Lysander really not find his own words ridiculous?
Mila didn’t want to stoop to such a level. It was beneath her, and Lysander wouldn’t care anyway. In seven years of marriage, everything and everyone else had always been more important than her. This was the consistent behavior Lysander had shown from the start.
Saying anything would only be humiliating herself.
Just then, there was a sudden, urgent knocking at the door, accompanied by a soft, anxious female voice.
Lysander, are you in there? I’m coming in.
It was Giselle.
Speak of the devil, and she appears.
Mila smirked coldly, casting a half-amused glance at Lysander. Think it over. If you just sign the divorce papers, your beloved can have a legal status.
The knocking grew more frantic, but the locked door refused to budge.
Lysander! Lysander? Are you okay in there?
Giselle’s voice was full of concern, almost on the verge of tears, as if Lysander had met some dire fate inside.
Mila had to resist the urge to hand her an Oscar for the performance.
Lysander looked at the woman in his arms, frowning deeply. Seeing Giselle nearly in tears outside, he finally let go.
I’ll go out for a bit, but divorce is out of the question. You can forget about it.
With that, he got up and strode towards the door.
The moment the door opened, Giselle, who had been pounding on it, tried to rush in, but Lysander held her back.
Still, she saw Mila sprawled on the couch, her dress in disarray.
Mila couldn’t help but laugh, giving her a silent thumbs-up. Ms. Harvey, you’re quite impressive.
Giselle, leaning half her body against Lysander due to the ‘pain,’ looked even more pitiful at Mila’s words. Lysander…
Lysander shot Mila a glare. Why don’t you keep quiet?
Turning back to Giselle, his tone softened, Let me help you to another room to rest. I’ll arrange for someone to take you home.
No, I’ll just rest here, Giselle insisted, trying to move into the room.
But she didn’t get far.
Lysander held her firmly in place, frowning. Your ankle is in this condition; I’ll just arrange for someone to take you home.
Giselle bit her lip, tears brimming in her eyes. Lysander, you promised. You said you’d come home with me tonight.