Her back was soaked with sweat. After a long time, all the mist in her eyes dispersed and her thin lips quivered, "Mr. Harris..."

She couldn't help but panic. She would probably never be able to be calm in the face of this man.

She kept smoothing her hair with a slight primness, "I... no, you are always on time... this time, why... are you very busy?"

Her incoherence made Grayson's deep eyes gloomy.

He stared at Aria closely, still in his indifferent and disdainful manner. After a while, he suddenly sneered, "Aria, you seem to know me very well?"

There was a trace of mockery in Grayson's tone, which made Aria uneasy.

"I... didn't... no..."

"Let's go, I have no time to talk nonsense with you."

Grayson ignored Aria's hesitation, moved his slender legs, and stepped up the steps.

Aria compressed her lips and felt bitterness on her lips when Grayson quickly walked into the Civil Affa

Her voice became smaller and smaller, so small that she could hardly hear it.

Grayson's eyes narrowed slightly, with an arrogant danger, "Oh? Miss Wilson, do you want to get in my car?"

His voice was extremely flirtatious and he spoke softly with a smile, but his tone of voice made Aria a little scared. Her body trembled slightly and she stepped back a little.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it, I..."

His aura was so strong that she didn't dare to get too close.

Looking at her retreating shrinkingly, Grayson smiled satirically and thought to himself, "Aria, do you want to escape from my world so badly?"

His gaze was even colder with hostility and he said coldly, "My car never carries second-hand goods. I don't want to stain it."

With that, he gracefully pulled open the car and prepared to close the door and leave...

"Wait..."

Aria reached for the car door handle again.

Grayson, who was s

Hearing the name "Grayson", Aria's body trembled obviously and she tasted a sourness in her throat.

She did not reply, lifted her feet, and fled.

However, Mason behind her smiled brightly. The sunlight sprinkled on his side face, casting a dark shadow, which was extremely cold.

When he gave the order to cut this woman's hand, Grayson was obviously furious, which showed that this woman was vitally important to him.

In this case, Mason might as well make use of the opportunity to send this woman to Grayson, which would also be a good thing for Heaven on Earth after all.

But... this woman seemed to be very resistant to Grayson, presumably, there was some misunderstanding between the two of them.

Mason's brow furrowed and then stretched, with his eyelids downcast.

...

It was a painful nightmare.

In the dream, the man's black hair was as black as ink and his eyes seemed to be close at hand. Behind her, the wind swept through and the rubble at her feet kept sinking. It seemed that she might fall into the precipitous cliff at any time.

With tears in her eyes, she tugged at Grayson's sleeve tightly. Panic and fear almost overwhelmed her.

"Aria, answer me, who is the person you love, Edmonds or me?!" Grayson's hoarse voice tore the wind like a bloodthirsty demon.

Aria's face was extremely pale. Her hair rolled up by the wind wrapped around her eyebrows and eyes. Her throat was like being gripped and she gasped heavily. Every word she said was extremely difficult.

"I... I... I love..." The name stuck in her throat and could not be said anymore.

The one she loved was...

"Aria, you can only love me. If you don't love me, you will have to die!" Grayson's face was ferocious and his pupils were scarlet like blood-stained.

Aria struggled and felt that she was severely thrown off. Suddenly, she staggered back and fell into the abyss like a butterfly with broken wings.

"Ah!"

Aria screamed, sat up suddenly, and opened her eyes only to find that it was a dream, with bean-sized cold sweat on her forehead and a pale face. Her heart beat violently and it was difficult to calm herself down for a long time.

Everything turned into a nightmare and followed her with such cruelty.

Aria turned over and got out of bed, bare-footed. Her soul seemed to have been pulled away and she walked towards the bathroom muddleheaded.

It was time for her to wake up from the dream and for her relationship with Grayson to be over. Yesterday, she received a phone call from the secretary asking her to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to go through the final divorce formalities.

These days, she had not seen Grayson, and the servant Lily had also asked for leave to go back home, leaving Aira alone in the large apartment.

She washed up in a hurry and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room wrapped in a bathrobe. The soft sunshine dispelled the haze in her dreams, but the chill in her heart could not be removed.

When Aria arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau, it was already 9 o'clock, but Grayson was not seen at the entrance.

The appointed time was coming soon. Aria stood on tiptoe and looked for him uneasily.

Her white dress and beige lace-up sandals were very fresh and pleasant. Her face without makeup, her skirt fluttering, and her hair like a waterfall made her so beautiful that she did not look like a woman on earth, attracting many people's attention frequently.

At that time, Grayson was sitting in the back seat of a silver Rolls-Royce with his eyes closed, resting. He frowned slightly and seemed a little tired.

"Mr. Grayson, here we are." Logan, the assistant, slowly parked the car on the path in the shade in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau and saw the man pressing his lips with a serious expression in the rearview mirror.

Grayson opened his black eyes, which were as deep as a bottomless whirlpool.

He looked askance at the Civil Affairs Bureau, and his cold eyes suddenly caught the beautiful figure, looking absent-minded for a moment.

"Mr. Grayson?" Logan reminded him again.

Grayson was stunned, then returned to the present moment, and the disappointment on his face vanished...

When the car door was opened, the hand-made black leather shoes came into Aria's eyes. Aria looked over and saw the familiar tall figure.

The black suit wrapped the tall figure and the slightly raised chin always showed his condescending posture. He had a cold and unwelcoming manner as always.

Aria fiddled hair on her forehead nervously and watched Grayson approach her gracefully. When their eyes met, Aria lowered her head hurriedly.

It was not until Grayson had already stood in front of her that Aria looked up and forced a calm smile, "Grayson, here you are..."

"Miss Wilson, please call me 'Mr. Harris' from now on. Such intimate name is actually not suitable for you and me."

Grayson's tone was estranged and he looked at her indifferently.

Aria's smile vanished suddenly. No one noticed that her clenched fingers turned pale and her fingernails were deeply embedded in her palms, causing terrible pain.

Mr. Harris... He called her Miss Wilson and she called him Mr. Harris...

These titles couldn't be stranger...

After six years of marriage, they became strangers evermore.


Her back was soaked with sweat. After a long time, all the mist in her eyes dispersed and her thin lips quivered, "Mr. Harris..."

She couldn't help but panic. She would probably never be able to be calm in the face of this man.

She kept smoothing her hair with a slight primness, "I... no, you are always on time... this time, why... are you very busy?"

Her incoherence made Grayson's deep eyes gloomy.

He stared at Aria closely, still in his indifferent and disdainful manner. After a while, he suddenly sneered, "Aria, you seem to know me very well?"

There was a trace of mockery in Grayson's tone, which made Aria uneasy.

"I... didn't... no..."

"Let's go, I have no time to talk nonsense with you."

Grayson ignored Aria's hesitation, moved his slender legs, and stepped up the steps.

Aria compressed her lips and felt bitterness on her lips when Grayson quickly walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau. She sighed and kept up with him.

...

The procedure was simple and the two did not have

Chapter 13: Incoherence