Chapter 159


    I paused, ncing into the bag to find two exquisitely crafted velvet boxes. Inside were the gifts


    Timothy had prepared for the child..


    A sharp, dense pain sliced through my heart as I spoke with a cold detachment, “These were from


    Timothy for the child. Since there’s no child, you should keep them.”


    He red at me, “Grandpa gave them to you. If you want to return them, return them to Grandpa.


    I realized that t


    to reason with him was utterly futile.


    I pursed my lips. “Bryant, I can ept other things, but these are too valuable.”


    He blurted out without thinking, “They’re for you, not some stranger.”


    I clenched my fists, fighting the odd sensation in my chest, trying to stay rational. “We’re going to


    divorce. It’s better to keep things clear.”


    “Clear?” Bryant’s indifferent gaze lifted slightly at the corners, leisurely observing me.


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    I panicked for a moment, “Yes.”


    “With what shall we divide ‘clear’?” He leaned back against the couch, his figure rxed, casually


    saying, “We’ve been married for three years. You’ve seen every inch of my body and fully enjoyed


    mypany in bed. God knows if you’ve secretly taken photos of me. haven’t even settled that


    score with you, and you want to clear things up?”


    I swore inwardly, ‘This man is impossible!’


    I red at him in frustration, grinding my teeth. “How shameless are you to say that? Haven’t you


    seen me naked? Didn’t you enjoy it in bed?”


    “You’ve seen me more times.” His argument was nonsensical.


    I was beyond words. “What’s your proof?”


    “Let you have another look right now.” He said t casually, his long fingers reaching for the second


    obsidian button on his shirt, his movements slow and deliberate, pleasing to the


    eye.


    At first, I felt a flush of warmth, but then, seeing through his tactic, I scoffed, “Go ahead. and strip.


    Let’s see if you dare to show off your abs and V-line to everyone today.”


    He said. “Oh.”


    I thought he would explode, but instead, he just smirked, his voice smooth, “As my wife wishes.”


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    His fingertips didn’t stop, unbuttoning one button, two buttons, and three.


    He peeled off his shirt, showing his broad shoulders and lean waist, the ssic masculine physique,


    revealing vast expanses of smooth, well-defined chest muscles, and further down was the hint of a


    sharp V-line!


    “Shall I continue?” He looked at me, his voice casual, fingers gripping his belt buckle, seemingly


    ready to strip himself if I just nodded.


    I watched him with frustration, yanking the curtains closed and grinding my teeth. “Bryant! Are you


    sick? Kind of an exhibitionist?”


    “Weren’t you the one who asked me to strip?” He feigned innocence, looking somewhat wronged.


    I rolled my eyes, picking up the ck shirt and throwing it at him. “So whatever I ask you to do,


    you’ll do?”


    He replied, “Yes.”


    After hearing his precise response, my heart fluttered slightly, “Really?”


    He locked his eyes on me, “Yeah.”


    “You said it.” I pondered and then looked at him, “I never mentioned Timothy’s dying wish to you.


    Timothy said he didn’t allow Margaret to marry into the Ferguson family. Can you


    do that?”


    Bryant asked, “You want me to agree to this?”


    “Can’t you?” My heart sank bit by bit as I asked


    His feelings for Margaret were deep. For Margaret, he would disobey Timothy wish.


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    His brows furrowed slightly, amused by annoyance, “How many times have li I’ve long moved past


    any feelings for her you imagine I have? How could I poss her? Jane, are you stupid? I don’t love


    her!”


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