"No!" I quickly denied it. I looked up at him and said, "Didn't you always want me to sign the divorce agreement? Now that I've signed it, you can finally be with Camilla. What's wrong with that?"
"Okay!" His smile became colder and colder, and his grip around my waist grew tighter. "Lacey, you know that I hate it when others make decisions without discussing with me. Do you think you can really go, just like that?"
"Don't you want that child?" I frowned, confused. "Camilla threatened me with her life. I might as well go for the surgery myself before you ask me to!"
The air was filled with silence. Dylan narrowed his eyes, which gave out a dangerous vibe. I had this feeling that he was like a ferocious, pissed leopard, and that I might be torn into pieces any time.
"You're so smart!"
