Chapter 164


    Since he hade to pick me up in person, it seemed as though Lyle was indeed afraid that Crystal


    would leave. I did not refuse; I simply opened the door and entered. After all, I was going to meet him


    later anyway.


    He slowly turned the car in one direction, then drove for a while before stopping by a street filled with


    food. He parked and got out of the car, then shouted, “Get down!”


    I frowned. City Hall’s not here. What’s he trying to do?


    Probably understanding what I was thinking, he said in displeasure, “I haven’t eaten breakfast. Don’t


    tell me you can’t even have a meal with me?”


    I was indeed reluctant to. Although I had not had breakfast either, I did not want to eat with him. “It’s


    fine, I’ll wait for you in the car. Go and eat.”


    “City Hall only opens at eight!” he replied coldly as he stared at me indifferently. “You can’t wait to go?”


    Of course, I could not wait. I wanted to dump him right then if I could. However, what he said did make


    sense too. Anyway, it’s ourst meal. I’ll treat it like a breakup meal. It’s better not to anger him. I don’t


    want him to cause even more trouble and make everyone unhappy.


    That street was busy in the mornings, with many peopleing and going. Although it was only six in


    the morning, those who had to go to work were already eating breakfast there.


    I followed Lyle into a small shop. I did not even look at the menu, leaving the ordering to him. Then, as


    soon as the food arrived, I did not say anything before I began stuffing my mouth.


    It was better to keep eating during a meal. After all, having a full mouth meant that no idents would


    happen. He was unexpectedly quiet as well, merely eating while asionally cing some food onto


    my te.


    I did not refuse and proceeded to eat the food he gave me. My attitude toward him was so good that it


    almost seemed like I was currying favor with him. It’s because the divorce agreement will only take


    effect if both parties sign it.


    When I was done eating, he suddenly said, “We had our first meal in this shop. Do you remember?”


    I kept silent at his question, as I no longer remembered. Since I now had better memories to keep, I


    had already slowly forgotten the sad ones. Besides, so what if I did remember?


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    Was I to reminisce about our failed marriage with him?


    He had never liked me and had always despised me. Now that we were about to get divorced, he was


    the one who reminisced the past, which only added to the trouble.


    “You said you liked the fish stew here the most. Why’d you only take a mouthful today?” he asked


    quietly as a trace of mncholy shed across his eyes.


    I pushed the full bowl into the center of the table, raised my eyebrows, then said, “You forgot again. I


    don’t like to eat fish. I didn’t before and don’t like it now either.”


    His expression then turned strange again. He stared at me, his gaze looking as if he were struggling


    with something. After a while, he sighed and took out the divorce agreement. “Read it. If there’s no


    problem, then sign it.”


    I immediately took the file and read through it carefully. Thest divorce agreement gave me too many


    bad memories. Thus, I had to read it carefully so that I would not fall into any traps.


    Lyle’s expression worsened when he noticed my actions. Moreover, there was a profound, meaningful


    look in his eyes. If it were the past, I would have said something about having to treat a viin in a


    manner suitable for their status. However, I held myself back.


    Unexpectedly, the divorce agreement was written satisfactorily and had no major issues. He had also


    given me ten million aspensation.


    Although the ten million was not a big deal to him, I was a little surprised. I crossed out that line and


    said quietly, “I had nothing when I married you, so I also don’t want anything when I leave. Let’s settle it


    like that.”


    Although I had helped him win the contract with the Ziegler family, which saved the Smiths’ plight back


    then, I no longer cared about that.


    “I only have one request.”


    “Tell me,” he said.


    “You have to keep our divorce from Grandma for now. She’s always been worried about us, so I don’t


    want her to be sad.”


    No matter what happened between Lyle and me, Grandma was an elder who treated me well. The


    shares from thest time were enough to show me that she did not harbor any ill-intention toward me.