Pausing in her tracks, she tucked her hands into the deep pockets of her coat, slowly exhaled a breath,


    and then, with a smile ying on her lips, asked, “Something on your mind?”


    Jason strode up to her, one hand casually buried in his pocket, the other yfully brushing away a


    stray lock of hair from her forehead. “Not heading home?”


    His nonchnce was met with a chuckle from Estre. After herughter subsided, she gently pushed


    his hand away. “I’m not joking with you, Jason. I am serious about getting a divorce.”


    His hand, once removed, curled into a loose fist. “I was out of line with what I said the other day.”


    Following his sh with Grayson at the bar, Jason had mulled over both his words and those of his


    friend, admitting to himself that iming Dorvold Group couldn’t clinch the deal if he had intervened


    was indeed an overstatement.


    “So, are you apologizing?” Estre, hands still pocketed, looked at him with an amused smile. “Alright, I


    ept your apology, but Jason, we’re really not right for each other. Let’s just go through with the


    proceedings, okay?”


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    As Estre brushed past him, Jason caught her arm. “About the other day, seeing Holly was just-”


    Before Jason could finish, Estre cut him off. “Jason, I’m not interested in who you see or what you


    do. I just don’t want to be with you anymore.”


    She had tried, given chances, but tolerance and patience had their limits. Once exhausted, she had no


    intention of ying games with him any longer.


    At Estre’s resolve, Jason yanked her back with a bit more force. His persistence annoyed her. “What


    is it you want, Jason? Don’t tell me you’re not ready for divorce. Nearly three years of marriage and I


    can see the indifference written all over your face. Can’t you, as a man, just let go?”


    Estre’s impatience was met with a fierce re from Jason. “Are,


    you want?”


    “Yes, I’m adamant about the divorce.”


    sure this is what


    Jason had even approached her father at the Dorvold Group. If she didn’t end this marriage soon, she


    feared he might try to take over thepany.


    Her insistence on divorce evident, Jason’s grip tightened, veins on the back of his hand standing out.


    Seeing this, Estre forcefully withdrew her hand, the bandage on her ring finger still


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    intact, the wound beneath not yet healed. As she reimed her hand, Jason bit back, teeth clenched in


    irony, “Fine, you want a divorce, I’ll grant it.” With that, he turned and walked away without a backward


    nce.


    At the doorway, Estre watched his retreating figure until he rounded the corner towards the elevator,


    then she entered her apartment, closing the door gently behind her. She stood still for a moment, hand


    pressed to her stomach, before slowly making her way to


    the couch to sit down.


    Jason never visited her after that. Estre didn’t return to Sandalwood Oasis, and he


    returned even less frequently. Each return to the empty house, devoid of warmth or liveliness, left him


    feeling hollow inside.


    Opening the bedroom door, Jason looked towards the desk. For a moment, he thought he saw Estre


    smiling in greeting, but as he focused, he found the room empty, not even a mosquito in sight.


    Rubbing his temples, frustration washed over him. In the past, she would never leave Sandalwood


    Oasis, no matter what. Even if Jason didn’te home at night, she would wait for him. No matter


    what he did outside, she would always greet him with a smile.


    Standing at the door, lost in thought, Jason eventually turned and left without entering the


    room.


    As he was about to leave, Marie stopped him. Mr. Jason, aren’t you going to bring Ms.


    Estre back?”


    Before he could respond, Marie continued, “Mr. Jason, women need to beforted. Just charm Ms.


    Estre a bit, and she’lle back. In Marie’s eyes, Estre was a woman of


    great patience, always cheerful and forgiving of Mr. Jason’s faults Marie believed a little


    affection from him would surely win Estre back.


    Despite Marie’s advice, Jason simply replied, “I’m leaving,” taking his car keys.


    Marie hurried after him, insistent. “Mr. Jason, why are you just leaving? Go and bring Ms Estre back.”


    Jason didn’t respond. He got into his car and drove away from Sandalwood Oasis. He ha intended to


    head to the office, but found himself outside Estre’s building. Recalling her steadfastness about the


    divorce during theirst encounter, he tossed his phone aside in frustration.


    Actually, after Holly returned, he had barely seen her twice,ter being approached by Catrina instead.


    Realizing that his words that night had been harsh, Jason finally dialed Estre’s number. This time,


    she didn’t hang up. “Figured it out?” she asked indifferently.


    It used to be Jason who asked her if she hade to her senses and was ready for a divorce.


    Without waiting for her to borate, Jason asked coldly, “You’re in such a hurry to divorce. Are you


    pregnant?”


    After nearly three years of silent endurance, was it so easy for her to walk away? Since when was


    Estre so agreeable?


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    Jason suspected she had achieved her goal and was now eager to end the marriage, especially since


    she had caught him helping Holly.