"Adrian Lockwood, 9 o’clock sharp, see you in the civil affairs bureau hall!"
Afraid that President Lockwood, with his busy affairs, might forget today is the day to end the cooling-off period and obtain the certificate.
Yesterday evening, Serena Sinclair called Ian Young, asking him to make sure to remind Adrian Lockwood.
No matter how Adrian Lockwood reacted on the other end.
Serena Sinclair finished speaking and hung up the phone.
On the other end, Adrian Lockwood’s face was grim.
In front of him was today’s schedule that Ian Young had just handed to him, which he hadn’t yet looked at.
From 9 to 10, prominently marked "civil affairs bureau."
In his ear was Serena Sinclair’s cold notification, faintly carrying a few threads of lighthearted relief.
It seed like she was finally relieved.
Thinking that his goodwill had almost turned into self-indulgence, Adrian Lockwood wanted to toss the stylus in his hand, along with this office desk, out the floor-to-ceiling window.
Adrian Lockwood coldly looked at Ian Young, "You can go..."
"Yes!"
Ian Young turned and left.
The door hadn’t closed yet when it was pushed open again.
Chloe Lynch, dressed in a champagne pink dress, burst in with a radiant smile.
She closed the door and threw herself into Adrian Lockwood’s arms, "What’s wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"
Clearly, Adrian Lockwood had said that on Monday she should move to the villa to live together with him and Miles Lockwood.
Starting tomorrow, she could co and go with Adrian Lockwood.
But this weekend, when she called Adrian Lockwood, he either didn’t answer or said a few uninterested words before hanging up.
Even his responses on WeChat were sporadic.
Thinking about that question Adrian Lockwood asked the other day, even though he said it was a joke, Chloe Lynch still felt uneasy.
"Adrian..."
Are you not wanting a divorce?
Seeing Adrian Lockwood’s gloomy expression, Chloe Lynch changed her question, "Is it... Serena Sinclair doesn’t want to divorce?"
Adrian Lockwood raised his eyes.
Chloe Lynch’s eyes reddened, "It’s okay. I’ve thought it over carefully; actually, not getting divorced would be more beneficial for you and The Lockwood Group."
"President Lockwood..."
Standing up from Adrian Lockwood’s arms, Chloe Lynch forced herself to hold back the tears from falling, "It’s okay with !"
"Silly!"
Adrian Lockwood stood up and ruffled Chloe Lynch’s head, "A man should stand by his words, one word, one deed. How can it be whatever she wants it to be because she says so?"
"Wait for at the company, and after work, we’ll go for a nice dinner!"
He picked up his suit jacket, put it on, and straightened his tie.
Adrian Lockwood turned and walked out.
Once the door closed, Chloe Lynch exhaled lightly.
Serena Sinclair, you see, you’ve lost without a doubt!
I’ve always said, those who aren’t loved are the mistress!
...
Serena Sinclair took a number and waited in the hall for more than ten minutes before Adrian Lockwood arrived.
A thick stack of docunts, signing until her hand was sore.
Serena Sinclair pushed the signed docunts back.
The clerk asked routinely, "Are you sure?"
Serena Sinclair nodded, "Yes."
Adrian Lockwood’s pen paused slightly, turning back to look at Serena Sinclair, "Serena Sinclair, what if I told you nothing has happened between and Chloe Lynch?"
Over these years, business engagents, company dinners, and various social interactions in the elite circles are commonplace.
Being fed mouth-to-mouth with red wine by a club hostess.
Being teased by small celebrities in the entertainnt circle at banquets, adding him on WeChat with tempting photos.
His thoughts had wandered.
But these were only confined to thoughts.
Even with Chloe Lynch, after half a year, it was just ambiguous hugging and kissing.
He never crossed that line.
Adrian Lockwood couldn’t understand why Serena Sinclair had to cling to Chloe Lynch, insist on getting a divorce.
Serena Sinclair was stunned, showing a mocking expression, "Adrian Lockwood, do you still think I’m making a fuss, jealous over Chloe Lynch, is that it?"
Isn’t it?
Adrian Lockwood’s aning was clearly written on his face.
Serena Sinclair laughed, "Sign it!"
Adrian Lockwood’s face darkened slightly.
They t at 16, Serena Sinclair having a cold and aloof temperant on their first eting.
Like stubborn grass growing towards the sun by the roadside.
Rain and wind couldn’t bend her.
At 18, he confessed, and they got together.
Serena Sinclair transford from an ice block to a warm towel, always understanding and gentle.
Adrian Lockwood had never seen Serena Sinclair display such a mocking disdainful expression as today.
It was as if she was blind and had mistaken him.
Provoked by Serena Sinclair’s gaze, Adrian Lockwood lowered his head.
When signing the last na, the sharp point of the pen almost ripped the paper.
The clerk asked routinely, "Are you sure?"
Facing Adrian Lockwood’s cold, dark face.
The clerk understood.
Stamp, stamp!
The bright red official seal pressed down, exchanging red certificates.
Holding the divorce certificate in her hand, Serena Sinclair couldn’t help but exhale softly.
Finally.
Walking out of the civil affairs bureau, the irritation in Adrian Lockwood’s heart was completely gone.
Whether it’s true.
Or a farce.
This drama finally ca to an end!
Feeling free and relaxed, Adrian Lockwood instantly returned to the self-assured persona he used to have.
He observed Serena Sinclair’s ordinary office worker-like attire.
No longer displaying the elegance and luxury of Mrs. Lockwood.
And rembered she applied to Hawthorne Corporation, probably still in the probationary period.
Adrian Lockwood smirked.
"Serena Sinclair, if you can’t make it in the future, you can co back and ask for help."
"After all, we were married once."
Adrian Lockwood looked at Serena Sinclair with a high and cold deanor, "Not for any other reason, even for Miles’ sake, I won’t just sit idly by."
Help?
The year he was job hunting post-graduation, she helped polish his resu.
In the project departnt at The Lockwood Group, she drew his blueprints.
Even the departnt evaluations during etings were prepared by her beforehand.
Yet he never noticed her shine in her work.
From beginning to end, what he wanted was rely a virtuous wife and loving mother.
Serena Sinclair laughed, "Adrian Lockwood, the requirents you have for a partner, only a young and beautiful woman can fulfill... Sorry, that’s not !"
"Serena Sinclair!"
Adrian Lockwood’s expression was angry.
He understood.
Serena Sinclair was still holding onto Chloe Lynch, implying he was just a rotten man.
Yet she didn’t consider that without him, with her kind of family background, even with a degree from Aethelgard University, she would at best find a decent, compatible man and live a normal, mundane life.
To have the identity of Mrs. Lockwood, driving luxury cars, living a life of riches?
"Now that we’re divorced, it’s best to recognize the situation sooner rather than later."
Forcibly restraining his anger, Adrian Lockwood spoke with an advising tone, "You should know that for a divorced woman, it won’t be easy..."
"Serena Sinclair!"
A lazy, bright voice.
Accompanied by the sound of a racing engine.
A black Maybach approached from afar and stopped below the steps at the entrance.
Wyatt Hawthorne looked down at Serena Sinclair from the driver’s seat of the gradually descending car window, "Let’s go..."
Even though Serena Sinclair didn’t know why Wyatt Hawthorne would appear.
Serena Sinclair didn’t want to look at Adrian Lockwood’s face for another second.
"Take care of Miles. And wish you happiness!"
After speaking, Serena Sinclair turned around and got in the car.
She saw the bouquet of flaming red roses on the front passenger seat.
And saw Wyatt Hawthorne’s gaze that only landed on her the entire ti.
Sothing flitted through her mind too fast to grasp.
Adrian Lockwood’s face subtly changed.
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