The words of refusal really can’t be said.
Blanca finished this sentence and stayed silent.
“Good. Let’s have dinner together?” Matthew had never been a stalker, he had never even been in love, and this time coming to Blanca was already Matthew’s limit.
He exhaled a foul breath without moving and pulled open the car door, “Get in.”
The words have been said to this point, Blanca even if you want to refuse, but also have no power.
She could only get into the car with a stiff upper lip.
Matthew chose a French restaurant, the entrance is magnificent, the car just drove in, there is already a waiter to lead the way.
When she got out of the car, Blanca looked back at Matthew.
He wore a child’s down jacket over a thin knitted sweater, sporty and very nice. Just by looking at it, Blanca couldn’t take her eyes off it.
The whole hall was gorgeous, but there was no one else there.
Blanca silently followed behind Matthew, knowing that it was probably Matthew who had taken over the venue.
After taking his seat, Matthew waved his hand and the adaptor retreated.
“Matthew, I …”
“Separate can.” Matthew light pink scarlet lips hooked up, a pair of eyes like twinkling stars, “can be okay, but you must promise me a few conditions.”
“What conditions?”
When Matthew said yes, Blanca clearly felt her heart twitch a little.
People are really strange things, clearly it was herself who mentioned the breakup, but when the other party agreed, Blanca suddenly felt a sense of abandonment.
She sucked in her nose, the hand hanging under the dining table squeezed tightly, and when she raised her eyes again they were shining brightly, “Yes. Go ahead.”
Matthew frowned inaudibly.
He thought Blanca might refuse, might ask herself. But he didn’t expect her to say yes so quickly? Wanting to leave herself, had she broken the cut to this point.
Matthew gently chirped, “This agreement, you can sign.”
After saying that, Matthew snapped his fingers, followed by someone handing over an agreement.
Blanca’s face changed.
A thin layer of sweat had appeared in her hands, and the corners of Blanca’s mouth were pursed tightly. She forced herself to accept it with a calm face, but her hand still shook inadvertently.
This slight movement, Matthew did not see.
“I’ll agree to your leaving as long as you do what’s required in the agreement.”
Matthew’s voice is like the texture of a cold cello tone, sounding very pleasant, but … more than a trace of indifference. The way Matthew used to talk to himself was never gentle.
Blanca thought to herself and opened the agreement.
Blanca flipped the agreement open and just glanced at it and froze, “This …”
“What’s the problem?”
“Why do I have to accompany you to the old house every week when we’re already separated?” Blanca’s big eyes flashed.
“Very well,” Matthew said with an extra smirk on the corner of his mouth, smugly, “we signed a marriage agreement when we got married, that is to say – our marriage was originally a deal, except that we fell in This deal fell in love with each other. But now you, want to break up with me. Fine, I promise, then our relationship is terminated, but the agreement continues.”