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Chapter 100: The Divorce Process at Civil Affairs Bureau
Mae curved the corner of her lips and sketched out a faintly sarcastic smile, “Why haven’t you thought about it, Mr. Smith? Maybe this is the real me.”
As the words fell, she leaned down and covered his ear, and with a low, husky airy voice, said, “In the past, in front of you, I was all pretending it.”
Mae’s warm breath, combined with her unique aroma and temperature, hovered in Mark’s ear. Obviously, it was that exasperating sentence, but it changed the flavor in Mark’s ears.
His heart involuntarily leaped a few beats, and he even felt that the roots of his ears were unconsciously warming up, and his hands, which were placed on the table, were subconsciously clenched into fists.
Mae had already gotten up, and the seductive smile on her face had already retracted and changed back to the desperate mood she had just shown, “So please find another way to save the child, Mr. Smith.”
She tried to break free from Mark’s hand, but Mark increased his force and did not let go.
“You can make conditions, and I can give you whatever you want. Just say yes.” Mark suppressed the inexplicable messy feeling in his heart and said to Mae.
Mae stopped her hand from breaking free, and under her eyes, a light flashed rapidly, “Really?”
Seeing the smile overflowing from the corner of her mouth, Mark’s heart sank, suddenly regretting his earlier words a little, a touch of uneasiness surged steeply into his heart. But in the end, he still nodded his head a little.
“It’s not like it’s not negotiable.”
Mae’s tone was not as tough as it was just now, and she returned to sit opposite Mark. It just so happened that the coffee had already been served at this time. The strong cappuccino’s wafting aroma and white smoke swirled over Mae’s stunning face, making her whole person seem unreal.
Mae’s delicate fingers curled around the porcelain cup, lifting it to her lips. Her lips brushed against the rim, and as she finished, the cappuccino left a trace of white foam on top of her mouth, but she did not care.
With a posture that suggested both nonchalance and confidence, she leaned back slightly, her eyes locked onto Mark’s. Her posture was deliberate, a casual façade that concealed the deeper currents of emotion beneath. Her eyes, almost ethereal in their clarity, held a question that needed no verbalization.
Breaking the silence, her voice was a melodic instrument, laced with a playful edge. “What Mr. Smith. meant by that just now is that I can make any conditions?”
This time, Mark didn’t nod his head immediately, and he bore his eyes into Mae’s like searching headlights as if he wanted to see something behind her eyes.
Time stretched, aching with anticipation as he slowly nodded his head, his brows tightening some more than earlier.
“It’s not impossible for me to save that child,” Mae said nonchalantly.
When Mark heard Mae open up like this, he snapped his eyes up to look at her, and a light lit up in his
eyes.
“As long as you will agree with me to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the divorce formalities done, I can immediately go and help you keep the child in Ms. Bleak’s womb.” Mae’s words painted a vivid picture of the transaction she was willing to make.
The light that had just risen in his eyes suddenly faded, and as Mark looked at the winning light smile in Mae’s eyes, his heart was zapped once again. She really wanted to divorce him in every possible way, and there was absolutely no room for half–heartedness. Not even the feigned reluctance was willing to put on a show in front of him.
Mark’s retort hung in the air like a whisper of heartache. “In order to save the child’s life, you’re going to divorce me? You’re trading a child’s life with me?” His voice was a mixture of resignation and an ache that resonated deep within him.
“Why wouldn’t I use the opportunity of a child unrelated to me to strike a deal?” Mae raised an eyebrow and countered, her gaze meeting the tinge of disappointment clouding Mark’s eyes. Unperturbed by his reaction, she casually took another sip of her coffee, the corners of her lips seemingly tinged with a touch of satisfaction due to her impending successful divorce.
“Now, I hope you fully comprehend my intense aversion to the notion of us being a couple, Mr. Smith.” Her words were undeniably harsh and callous, yet they flowed from her lips with a nonchalance that suggested she couldn’t care less about hurting Mark’s pride or riling his emotions. Her self–assured demeanor seemed to Mark like a triumphant claim of victory.
Mark remained silent. His deep eyes churned with a complex array of emotions–anger, disappointment, and a sense of loss, all tangled together. It was an intricate mixture that defied easy interpretation, and Mae did not incline to interpret his mixture of feelings at that moment.
“I do have one condition, however. If you are willing, Mr. Smith, we can head to the Civil Affairs Bureau right now. If you don’t like this condition, then you better start finding another solution,” Mae concluded with a matter–of–fact tone.
Looking at Mae with this look, Mark didn’t know what kind of emotion it was right to respond to her with.
She was so sure, too sure that he would agree to her conditions for the sake of that child, and also unconcerned, too unconcerned about whether he would be angry and disappointed with her, which is why she let the matter of divorce leave no room for maneuver and no way back.
Mae had already said that she didn’t want to be tied with him as his wife anymore.
Mark’s voice caught in his throat. Although he had much to say, the unyielding gaze Mae directed at him, and the triumphant curve of her lips made it difficult for him to express his thoughts. Her words had cut through his heart, reigniting an uncontrollable ache. After a prolonged silence, Mark finally mustered the strength to utter, “Fine, I agree.”
Although just three simple words, it felt as if Mark had expended all his energy in speaking them. As he looked at Mae again, a faint redness seemed to tint the depths of his eyes. “Mae, this time, neither of us will have any room for regret.”
Mae responded with a serene smile. “Rest assured that I won’t regret anything, Mr. Smith.”
With that, she checked her watch, her attention shifting to the outside of the cafe. The golden sunlight cast a warm glow on the recently cleared white road, basking everything in its radiance.
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“The weather today is nice, isn’t it? It’s really a good day to get divorced. The Civil Affairs Bureau is still open, so let’s go,” Mae declared.
She finished the last half of her cappuccino in one gulp, her gaze unwavering. “Shall we, Mr. Smith?”
Underneath the surface of Mark’s eyes swirled a complex amalgamation of emotions, his gaze coldly fixed on Mae’s impatient demeanor. With a disdainful snort, he stood up to leave. His posture radiated anger, a fire that burned within him. However, Mae paid no mind to his turbulent emotions.
All she knew was that as of today, it was finally over between her and Mark. She regarded this development with a certain degree of satisfaction.
This thought nestled in her heart, but she inadvertently raised a hand to press against the suddenly throbbing and painful area within her chest, and her smile faded slightly thereafter.
At the Civil Affairs Bureau, In front of the divorce window, the staff looked at the two people sitting in front of them with surprise, and their eyes did not hide their curiosity. These two faces in front of them had been occupying the gossip headlines recently – Mark Smith, the head of Smith Corporation, and his estranged wife, Mae Lee, known for her controversial roles in bad movies. Didn’t Mark Smith send out an official statement on social media just a few days ago, claiming that the two of them weren’t getting a divorce? And now they were here?
Is it really because of Jennifer? The young actress who recently made headlines for her fall on set?
Could it be that Mark is leaving Mae for her? If that’s the case, then Mark is the villain between the two of them.
After the staff’s silent judgments, they put on their professional demeanor and asked, “Have the two of you already considered it?”
Mark’s expression grew even colder, and he remained silent, projecting an air of irritation and impatience.
On the other hand, Mae was quick to respond, “Yes, we’ve both considered it thoroughly.”
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