While savoring my soup, I heard footsteps. I didn't even need to look up to know who it was. After yesterday, I had hoped for some quiet days ahead.
Before I could finish my soup, Sebastian grabbed my wrist and led me to the bedroom. He closed the door behind us with a soft click. I was roughly thrown onto the bed. As I hadn't changed out of my loose morning pajamas, my shoulders were partially exposed.
I composed myself, brushed my hair, and straightened my clothes before looking up at him with a hint of amusement, “Why are you bring me to the bedroom so early? Anything I can help?”
Disgust flickered in Sebastian's eyes. He tossed a document at me and spoke with an indifferent tone, “Take a look at this, you can make revisions as you like.”
It was another divorce agreement. I d
