Chapter 84 Don't Divorce Me

Outside, it was a while before Dominic Hawthorne's voice came through, "I need something. I left some books and documents with you. I'm here to take them back." "Oh..." Yes, he did have things at my place. Back when I was barely holding on, and later when I got buried in work, I'd completely forgotten. I didn't open the door. "Alright then, President Hawthorne, just wait a moment. I'll pack them up for you." "I need to come in." I heard Dominic's voice. I hesitated—still, even though we were divorced, he was only here to pick up his things. Once he took them, we'd have no ties left, right? I opened the door, and a rush of cold air hit me. Dominic stood at the doorway, wearing a dark gray coat, snowflakes clinging to his shoulders and hair. I was surprised. Didn't he drive straight to the underground garage? Why was he so cold, with snow on him? Had he walked all the way from outside? But I didn't want to care too much. I let him in and turned, saying, "President Hawthorne, just wait. I