Amanda looked at the man’s slightly cold but strikingly handsome face—this face was truly the stuff of legends. His features were refined like blooming petals, and there was a layer of misty detachment between his brows and eyes, making people hesitant to approach.
But precisely because of this mysterious, unapproachable aura, the man had an enigmatic charm that drew people in.
She chuckled lightly and said, “There’s no fate between us. The day of our divorce isn’t far off. Once you can walk again, we’ll get a divorce. We shouldn’t let your white moonlight come back only to end up heartbroken, right?”
She hadn’t forgotten the fact that Benjamin already had someone he liked.
Benjamin’s hands, resting on the armrests of his wheelchair, slowly clenched.
He looked at her with a half-smile
