Katherine didn't say anything; she was determined to leave. But when she arrived in the living room and found her suitcase missing, she couldn't help but turn to the person who had followed her out. "Where's my suitcase?"
"It was my first time cooking for someone. You're just going to leave after finishing the soup?" Barnard stepped forward and directly lifted her from the ground.
She was so light that he could easily carry her on his shoulder.
Katherine felt a sharp pain from his shoulder, and she lifted her feet, afraid that her slippers would stain his clothes.
Barnard put her back in the chair, the one next to him.
Katherine glared at him angrily. "You can't bully me like this! You're the one who wants a divorce, so you can't control me anymore!"
"We're not divorced yet! Eat!"
