This marriage cannot be undone, it cannot be left.
If it’s over, what will happen to the baby in the belly?
Yet, he looked at her coldly and said, "Leaving or not?"
Not leaving? He has ways to make her leave.
That marriage certificate, it’s not even theirs, since it’s not, then divorce, drop it!
The marriage certificate with that man must be divorced, then remarried with him.
He has no emotions, just as if that man never existed, causing Eva Nightingale a dull heartache!
Her eyes grew moist again!
Her heart ached dully.
She tried her best to remain calm...
She would not leave, why should she?
"..." Heh, joking, being with him, daring not to listen to him?
Heh, it’s fine, anyway, that person will never appear again, now everything is his, even she... is.
He can do as he pleases.
Is this that person’s Olivia?
"I will make you beg me to leave."
He said expressionlessly.
"..." She couldn’t believe it, then he threw her into the passenger seat, buckled her seatbelt, and drove off.
He drove, super fast.
Eva Nightingale was stunned, she could only sit obediently, after all, they’d been married so long, she truly didn’t understand him!
Besides, she rarely rode in his car.
The car stopped opposite the university district, he glanced sideways at her, "Not leaving is possible, just listen to me... I’m satisfied, then the marriage won’t end."
Eva Nightingale frowned, she completely understood now, the man in the rumors—cold and ruthless! Indeed ruthless, speaking of divorce as if it’s nothing, not even caring about the child.
Is she really going to let go of this relationship?
Fine, for the child’s sake, and for this relationship, she’ll listen, willing to lay down her dignity and listen to him.
"What do you want me to do?"
"See that couple? Do like that."
Eva Nightingale followed his gaze, seeing at the school entrance, a boy and girl, the girl holding a bouquet of roses, handing it to the boy.
Not sure what was said.
Probably confessing her love.
They watched, the boy took the flowers from the girl’s hand, then grabbed her lips and kissed her passionately, for several minutes, finally ending the deep kiss, the two got on the bus by the roadside.
The bus goes from the university to—Rose Imbued Meadow.
It’s a sea of flowers, ten miles of rose scent, perfect for couples to enjoy.
"Did you see?" The man lightly parted his lips.
"You want me to give you flowers? Confess to you?" She asked in confusion, hey! Is he sick?
Just a moment ago he talked about divorce... Fine, fine! She’ll go, she’ll go, isn’t that enough?
"You wait here for me."
Eva Nightingale got out of the car, walked in high heels to the flower shop by the roadside.
"Miss Nightingale! What kind of flowers would you like to buy?" The shop owner, a woman in her forties, knew Eva Nightingale well since she often frequented the shop when she studied here.
Eva Nightingale smiled: "I’ll take the exact same flowers that girl bought just now."
The shop owner teased with a grin: "Oh dear! That girl bought 99 roses; she was planning a confession! Not sure if she succeeded!"
"Please wait a moment, I’ll wrap them for you."
"Alright." Eva Nightingale sat on the long wooden bench, waiting.
The shop owner jokingly suggested while picking roses, "That girl just now won a prize with a love letter, do you want to try?"
So, Eva Nightingale casually picked a number, and exchanged it with the shop owner.
Finally, holding 99 roses and that love letter, she went to find him.