Chapter 67

Right after I spoke, I got up to grab my suitcase and walked past him. But all of a sudden, he stood up too and wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me straight into his chest. I hadn’t even figured out what was happening when I stumbled over my step and basically fell into him. My heart skipped a beat—I instinctively grabbed onto the front of his shirt to steady myself, then shot him a glare. "Ronald!" His arm was still firmly around my waist, not letting go. He looked down at me, eyes cold, that usually good-looking face shrouded in a rare, dark anger. "You really brought the divorce papers with you? Even when we're overseas for work?" I didn’t hold back. "I’ve been planning to get divorced anyway. You're the one clinging on and refusing to let go. What's wrong with me bringing them?" He sneered, eyes filled with dark contempt. "Did you forget you still owe me 300,000? You think you can just walk away like that? Dream on." His sarcastic jab hit me right in the nerve. My temper fl