You Are Mine, Ever

"Divorce Agreement"

That painful feeling became especially intense when she made up her mind to let him go. When she looked up again, the unwillingness to give up several times in the past three years but rekindled was much lighter now.

And that "I'm sorry" made his heart tremble suddenly. The eyes that were originally deserted fixed her calm and relieved brows, and panic flashed inexplicably in her heart. After saying this, she turned around and walked out. The eyes that had been glued to him all this time did not look at him again.

The panic in his heart became worse the moment she stepped out the door, and the voice subconsciously blurted out, "Where are you going?"

"Go to the hospital to see granny." She didn't look back but just replied with her back to him. He was very upset and irritable at the moment, why did this damned woman say what she just said, did she think he would soften her heart? Can he forgive her for the disgusting things she did?

"You don't need to go, Granny is still in a coma, so it's inconvenient for outsiders to disturb her."

Outsider…

She pulled the corner of her lips shyly, and nodded, acquiescing to this identity.

"It is good." With a low reply, she continued, "I'm busy these days, and I'll move out when I'm free." She persisted for three years, but she still couldn't persist. All her persistence and all the concessions she made because she thought she could move Messy were just a joke.

This was the answer he had always wanted, but when he heard her say this with his own ears, he was not only dissatisfied but even worsened his panic and irritability. Glancing at her coldly, he couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Do you think I'll change my mind after a few days?"

The ridicule between the words made her frown, turned around, and looked directly at him with nothing but sarcasm.

"Messy, if you can't change your mind for three years, what do you think these few days will do? Are you so unconfident in yourself?" She saw him stunned for a moment, but she didn't think deeply, the corner of her lips curled up ironically, and without looking at him again, she opened the door and went out.

Messy didn't know why, but his heart was extremely uncomfortable at the moment, and even a faint pain lingered in it. The next second, he suddenly stood up on the sofa, walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and saw her car slowly driving out of the gate of the villa.

When the tail lights of the car gradually disappeared from his sight and there was no light at all, he looked away. Putting his hands on the painful part of his heart, he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with her calm and relieved appearance when he was talking to him just now, and his heart became more and more panicked.

"Wishful thinking?" Slowly opening his eyes, looking at the silent night, a sneer of irony appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Lilly, have you really been wishful thinking in the past three years?" If she had really been sincere to him, how could she...

A trace of haze quickly flashed across his eyes, but soon, this trace of haze was suppressed by him again.

***

Lilly stood in front of the Thompson's building, looked up at the four big characters of "Thompson's Group" glittering in gold, squeezed a few pieces of paper in his hand, and walked inside.

"Hello, is Special Assistant John here?" She walked to the receptionist and asked politely. The receptionist is the face of Thompson's. No matter how boring it is, the staff must maintain consistent politeness and smile, even if she looks at Lilly with disdain in her eyes.

"Do you have an appointment?" Assistant John is the personal assistant of Messy, and there are many people who want to get close to him. Lilly noticed the hostility and disdain in the receptionist's eyes, but she didn't care. She just smiled and shook her head, "No."

"Sorry, if you don't have an appointment, you can only wait there for a while." The receptionist pointed to the seat in the rest area with a smile and did not intend to call up, so Lilly was rejected directly.

"It is good."

She nodded in a good-tempered manner, turned around and walked towards the rest area, but behind her came a surprised voice with a bit of respect.

"Madam" When John came out of the elevator, he saw that familiar figure turning around from a distance, and he called out subconsciously. Lilly turned her head, and John had already trotted in front of her.

"Ma'am, are you here to see the president? He is in a meeting now, or..."

"No, I'm coming to you." Lilly interrupted John simply and handed the piece of paper to John.

"Help me hand it over to Messy, let him sign it when he has time." She knew that if his granny hadn't forced him, Messy would not have been willing to marry her from the very beginning. This time he will sign the divorce, and he will agree very readily, very happy.

Before John could react, Lilly had already left, and after the three-year marriage of strangers ended, she suddenly felt relieved. John stared dumbfounded at the big characters of the "divorce agreement" in his hand, his temples swelled badly.

Madam, is this giving him a problem? Did she know that what she threw over was a hot potato, so hot that he couldn't catch it? And the receptionist was also frightened by John's address just now?

Madam?

Mrs Thompson?

Is the president married? But why is there no news about the marriage of a person like the president? Thinking of his attitude towards the president's wife just now, the receptionist employee shuddered subconsciously.

CEO's office--

Messy flipped through the documents in his hand expressionlessly. The sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a layer of halo on his body, and adding a layer of god-like descending to his originally deep and perfect facial features.