In the Lap of Luxury by Unsweetened Chestnuts

Chapter 31 Calm Down or Communicate

Three days later, both parties’ lawyers were gathered at City Hall for the procedure. Grace and Benjamin were there on time.

When they got the forms, Grace filled them in quickly and without hesitation. In contrast, Benjamin hadn’t even started.

She gave him a side-eye and said emotionlessly, “I’m a busy woman, Mr. Hawkins.”

Benjamin’s face fell when she rushed him, and he finally started filling in the forms. When they were done, they handed them to the staff member through the window.

“Wait,” Benjamin suddenly said as the female staff member was about to stamp the divorce certificate, making her stop.

She had never thought that the first couple she would have to deal with today would be the president of Hawkins Group and his secretary.

At first, she had thought that they had fallen in love and come to get married, but this was even more shocking. They were getting a divorce!

Benjamin turned to Grace and asked in the same high and mighty tone he had always used with her, “Are you sure?”

The way she had demanded a divorce and left just like that, all the money she had made him spend in Darai, and the suffering she had caused Yvonne …

that if she relented now. He was willing to

predictable.” Grace raised an eyebrow at him, mockery

still think I’m just messing with

It felt like his heart was being dragged down by a feeling he couldn’t

realized that the two of them had barely sat down and talked.

down and discuss our marriage.

seen how much you’ve done for Hawkins Group during the

my mind. You’re always welcome in my home and in

He didn’t want Grace to divorce or quit her

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and scoffed, “There’s no need

that. And now you’re trying to make things up to me? It’s

far along in her pregnancy. What do you want her to do? Be

mistress?”

with Yvonne.”

Grace was speechless.

already at the stage where their divorce documents were about to get stamped. Yet this

What a narcissistic pig!

being your slave just because you’re sweet-talking me. Quit dreaming, Mr. Hawkins.” The contempt in her tone

handle the repeated mockery. His face fell even further, and he could no