Even though I was already awake, the man’s deep voice as he held in my dream still lingered in my ears, as if it had seeped into my very bones.
My ears were even tingling, as if a jolt of electricity had passed through them.
I quickly slapped my cheeks. ’Have I gone mad?’
I took a deep breath and fanned my still-burning face with my hand to cool it down.
’They say what you think about by day, you dream of by night. I must have been overthinking things, that’s why my mind is playing tricks on .’
It was also Chloe Miller’s fault for spouting nonsense all day, insisting on how great it would be if the man from that day had been Sebastian Forrest...
I threw off the covers and got out of bed. After washing up, I made myself a simple breakfast. As I was eating, the phone on the dining table suddenly started to vibrate.
When I saw the na ’Theodore Grant’ on the caller ID, my heart clenched. I pressed the answer button, my fingers unconsciously tightening around the phone. My palms even started to sweat. "Hello..."
"Are you up? We agreed yesterday to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau this morning to get the divorce certificate."
"I know. I’m leaving right now."
Theodore Grant’s voice on the other end of the line paused. After a long mont, he finally said, "Then I’ll wait for you at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau."
After hanging up, I picked up my bowl and poured the rest of the congee into my mouth. I ran to rinse my mouth, then quickly grabbed my small bag and headed out the door.
Since it was a weekday, the morning rush hour traffic was terrible.
When I finally made it to the Civil Affairs Bureau, I quickly pushed the car door open and got out, afraid that Theodore Grant would get tired of waiting and leave.
Just as I reached the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Theodore Grant got out of his car.
It had been a while since I’d last seen him. Theodore Grant was much thinner than before, and his entire deanor had beco exceptionally cold and indifferent. But when his gaze fell upon , a complex emotion flashed in his eyes before he quickly concealed it completely. "Let’s go. Inside."
I nodded quickly and followed him into the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Since it was a weekday, the hall wasn’t too crowded. But among the people coming and going, so were beaming with joy, while others were expressionless. Even though divorce certificates and marriage licenses were processed in the sa hall, you could tell them apart at a glance.
Seeing Theodore Grant take a number, I found a random seat and sat down. Theodore sat down near , leaving one empty seat between us.
The wait always feels long.
During the wait, I received a text from Sebastian Forrest asking if I had gotten the divorce certificate yet. He also sent a selfie from an engagent party.
Sebastian Forrest was wearing a black suit with a subtle pattern today. He wasn’t wearing a tie, and the top two buttons of his shirt were casually undone, revealing a hint of his deep-set collarbones...
I quickly pressed the lock button and turned my head to look at the large screen on the side, trying to distract myself.
"Chelsea..."
Just then, Theodore Grant, who was sitting beside , suddenly spoke. I subconsciously turned to look at him.
"I heard about you quitting your job. I also warned Clara. She said she won’t bother you anymore..."
I didn’t expect him to bring this up. I just let out a cold, light laugh and said nothing.
’I don’t know if Clara Langley will cause trouble for in the future, but after I get this divorce certificate today, I’m going to cause trouble for *her*!’
’I’m going to make her pay for my mother’s death!’
Theodore Grant subconsciously moved his lips, but before he could speak, I heard our number being called in the hall.
"It’s our turn." I quickly stood up.
Theodore Grant was stunned for a mont, but he also stood up and followed toward the counter.
The process of getting the divorce certificate went smoothly. The staff mber asked a few simple questions, checked our ID information, and then gave each of us a confirmation form. After we signed and thumb-printed them, two dark red divorce certificates were pushed in front of us.
I quickly opened the certificates, handed the one with Theodore Grant’s na on it to him, and then carefully examined the one in my hand. I felt a huge weight lift off my shoulders, as if my whole body had suddenly beco lighter.
’Finally divorced!’
I had waited a whole month, living in fear and anxiety, but my suffering had finally paid off.
I quickly put the divorce certificate in my bag and made a move to leave.
After leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau, I was just about to open my car door when a large hand suddenly landed on the window.
I frowned slightly and turned my head. "Is there sothing else?"
Theodore Grant just stared at with a frown, not saying a word.
Now that I had the divorce certificate, I naturally wouldn’t hold back anymore. I raised an eyebrow slightly. "What? Do you want to wish you a happy engagent?"
The word ’engagent’ seed to make Theodore Grant lose focus for a mont. I swatted his hand away, opened the car door, got in, and then started the car and sped off.
Leaving Theodore Grant standing there, motionless.
I pulled my gaze away and, while waiting at a red light, sent a text to Sebastian Forrest. It was just a simple sentence: "I’ll be there soon."
...
「The Grila Grand Hotel.」
Outside the luxurious hotel, the surrounding roads had been completely blocked off by dozens of security guards, creating an absolute isolation zone.
And outside the cordon, dozens of reporters from various dia outlets had set up their long-lens caras, craning their necks to peer toward the hotel, terrified of missing any valuable news.
One after another, cars stread into the hotel driveway—all of them priceless luxury vehicles, dazzling the crowd of reporters.
At the hotel entrance, as A-list celebrities in gorgeous gowns stepped out of their cars, cara flashes ignited instantly, followed by the incessant, overlapping clicks of shutters.
The traffic on the way here was heavy, so I had to wait in a long line of cars and only just managed to reach the entrance.
However, when it was my turn, a security guard approached . "Excuse , miss. Could you please show your invitation?"
These guards seed to be maintaining order, but they were actually checking everyone’s credentials one by one.
It’s just that I hadn’t seen them ask the owners of the luxury cars ahead of for an invitation. Clearly, they were singling out because I was driving a small rcedes-Benz, which looked out of place among all the other high-end vehicles.
I handed the invitation to the guard.
When the guard saw the na on the invitation, his expression imdiately turned respectful. "Please, go ahead."
"Thank you."
I took back the invitation, and a slight smile touched my lips as I looked at the large, gold-stamped na ’Sebastian Forrest’ on it.
’He really is the crown prince of Kington’s Forrest Family. His na carries so much weight.’
Once I reached the hotel entrance, I simply pushed the door open and got out. A valet would naturally co over to park the car for .
I followed the directions Sebastian Forrest had sent and took the elevator straight to the top floor.
After getting out of the elevator, I was about to call Sebastian Forrest to ask him where he was.
But before I could even dial the number, I heard a startled voice from behind . "Chelsea Joyce? What are you doing here?"
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