Regrt

Chapter 391

Hearing this, I was a bit surprised.

This time, it wasn’t a threat.

Rather, he was willing to go with me to get the divorce certificate first and then give me time to think

about it.

It was a bit unlike Ryan’s usual style.

Opportunities were rare and fleeting. I agreed gladly and checked the time. “Alright, how about tomorrow? Is he available tomorrow afternoon?”

Gary hesitated for a moment and replied, “Yes.”

“Then please tell him that we’ll meet at the Civil Affairs Bureau at two o’clock in the afternoon tomorrow.”

I found that I didn’t have much of an emotional reaction.

There was no sense of relief.

Nor was there any other emotion.

It felt as ordinary as arranging a meal with someone.

I even wondered why I had been so deeply entangled in the past, experiencing repeated pain and disappointment.

After hanging up, Gary walked into the CEO’s office.

He took a furtive glance at Ryan’s expression and dared not speak

Ryan was sitting in his office chair, lifting his gaze from the documents. His eyes, as cold as a still pond, scanned over, and his voice was chilling, “When did she schedule the divorce?”

“Two o’clock in the afternoon tomorrow.”

Gary’s heart skipped a beat. Although he had been by Ryan’s side for many years, he found it increasingly difficult to gauge his boss’s temperament in recent years.

Ryan’s eyes darkened slightly, a touch of self–mockery in his eyes. “Alright, I get the point.”

Gary, displaying great acumen, left and closed the door quietly.

Ryan stood up and walked to the French window, his entire figure bathed in the setting sun’s glow, nearly consumed by the surging emotions in his chest.

He didn’t want to let her go so easily.

That night at the hotel, his instincts hadn’t allowed her to pull her hand

But over the past two years, he often replayed the words she had said.

Perhaps, he had been too disrespectful to her,

away.

He had never properly communicated with her or cared about her thoughts.

Chapter 391

+25 BONUS

He had allowed many misunderstandings and barriers to grow between them, leaving her battered and

bruised.

He would change.

He was changing.

The next day, to my surprise, I arrived ten minutes early, and Ryan was already waiting at the door.

The man, with his striking features, was wearing a suit I had tailored for him three years ago. Even now, the style was still fashionable, accentuating his upright posture.

Even without the past sentiments, looking at his face still left me unable to speak ill of him.

His pitch–black eyes were fixed on me as I approached. “Let’s go.”

“Okay.”

The divorce certificate was processed in the lobby.

I watched as the steel seal was pressed onto the red booklet.

The five–year marriage was officially declared over at that moment.

I took the certificate from the staff and handed Ryan the one that belonged to him. “Thank you.”

He glanced at me and said softly, “What for?”

“I thought this divorce certificate would be very hard to get.”

He was quite honest. “If it were before, it indeed would have been.”

I looked at him in surprise. “You… have changed quite a bit.”

His gaze softened/ “Does it make me less unpleasant?

“Indeed.” I smiled and waved the divorce certificate. “Ryan, happy divorce.”

He smiled faintly, but his eyes were tinged with sadness. In an instant, his expression returned to calm, and his voice was cold. “Where… have you been these past two years?”

“Frankes.”

I didn’t hide anything.

He didn’t ask further and walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau with me.

The summer heat hit us immediately.

I turned to him. “It might take me some time to make your suit. Also, my fees have increased.”

He wasn’t short of money, but it was better to be clear about it.