Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 414 A Face Off

I I started to feel nervous. His eyes were bottomless as he scrutinized my expression.

*Ms. Chloe, for Ivanna, I will do everything in my power,” he stated, with no unnecessary words.

Although it sounded concise, coming from a man of Jared’s stature, it held weight.

Are you willing to let go?” I persisted.

“I never once thought of letting her go,” he affirmed firmly.

I felt moved. Such words, especially when spoken by someone like Jared, were a powerful tool for

touching a woman’s heart.

What more was there to ask? I had intended to ask if he could keep that promise, but how could I even

ask such a question to a man like him?

I coolly stated, “Honestly, your answer doesn’t satisfy me. These words may be significant to you, but they appear superficial. Everything can change in the blink of an eye, especially in Trinity’s case.

“Perhaps one day I will ask you to protect Ivanna’s life, but you might not be able to. Even if Ivanna is willing to give her life for you, I am not willing to take that risk. How could I bear it?”

I had to express the thoughts that were bothering me. It almost sounded like I was competing with him

for Ivanna

eyes, and his long fingers gently swirled the cup. “So, Ms. Chloe, do

it to you?”

woman who appreciates hearing promises,” I conceded.

can be broken, especially

too great.” Jared was equally frank.

off guard. Indeed, any promise he made now would be hollow. Trinity was at

an indomitable presence that existed in Jared’s life

felt a sense of powerlessness. Negotiations, demands, or requests to Jared

to bypass

genuinely worried about Ivanna’s unwavering

the teapot with practiced grace, then poured a cup of tea

set the teapot down

and I are connected by fate. And with Trinity,

an instant, I stared at his face. At first, his words sounded like

inseparable“?

words flashed through my

referred to Ivanna, while the latter was

meaning. What was

chase after fate?

destroyed. They could be severed cleanly with a single stroke. Perhaps

help but think of Atlas. What was I to him? For now, it seemed like we

eyes stung, and an uncontrollable emotion overcame me.