Russell's expression was more than gloomy. His face was almost shrouded in a shadow, making it impossible for others to see him through, but no one could ignore his terrible look.
"Chelsea, don't regret the divorce. You asked for it." Russell put his coat on his arm. "When I come back from my business trip, we will go to finish the procedure."
After that, Russell did not look at Chelsea anymore and turned to go upstairs.
Chelsea sat on the sofa, her back tense. When she heard the sound of the door closing upstairs, she then relaxed.
Chelsea knew that she had annoyed Russell this time.
When Russell was angry, there was still a chance to retrieve the situation. But when he was calm, it was too late for anything.
Were they finally going to divorce?
Chelsea sat on the sofa in a daze. Af
