3 I agreed to the divorce.
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I knew clearly that it was impossible to keep him, but I had to try.
"I agree to the divorce, but I have a condition: you stay tonight, accompany me to grandfather's funeral, and I will sign the agreement immediately after the funeral."
He narrowed his eyes, his dark eyes held a sarcastic sneer, then he came up to me, "Leily May, you'd better keep your word."
I raised my eyes, saw his dark gaze vaguely with a few unsearchable titillation.
He then put on his pajamas.
So he's staying tonight?
I was a bit relieved. But then, we heard a woman's voice coming vaguely from outside the window, "Syliance ...."
I froze, and immediately Syliance Pane took a few steps to the balcony, then he took a coat and rushed out of the bedroom.
Outside the balcony, Joyce Synn stood in the heavy rain, wearing a thin dress. The rain was pouring on her thin body, making her look so miserable.
Syliance Pane draped the coat he had brought down on her, then Joyce Synn hugged him and sobbed in his arms.
Looking at this scene, I suddenly understood why I had been with Syliance Pane for two years, but still couldn't compare to Joyce Synn's one phone call.
Syliance Pane embraced Joyce Synn into the villa and took her upstairs. I stood at the entrance of the stairs, looking down at the two people who were drenched by the rain and blocked their way.
"Get out of the way!" Syliance Pane spoke, his tone cold and harsh, his dark eyes looking at me with disgust.
"Syliance Pane, when we first got married, you promised grandpa that as long as I, Leily May, was here, you would not take her into this place." This is the only place Syliance Pane and I have lived together, only the two of us. I gave up countless nights of him to Joyce Synn, and I have to protect my only territory.
Syliance Pane suddenly sneered, shoved me away, and said coldly, "Leily May, you think too highly of yourself."
What an ironic statement, watching him embrace Joyce Synn into the guest room. I could only watch as a bystander after all.
This night was destined to be unsettling.
Joyce Synn got wet outside, she was already sick, and the heavy rain made her feverish.
Syliance Pane changed her clothes and used a towel to cool her down.
I watched them, like an outsider.
"You might just go back to the old house." He said to me.
He didn't care about the rest of the world, what he cared about is whether or not my presence here will get in the way of Joyce Synn's rest.
Pressing down the bitterness in my heart, I finally calmly said, "I'll just go back to my bedroom. It's too late to go over to the old house!"
I turned around and left the guest room, and met Bryan Colins in the hallway who had hurriedly arrived.
He was still wearing black pajamas, and his clothes were mostly wet.
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