Chapter 95 Foolish Woman, Come Over Obediently
The world suddenly fell silent. Brooklyn opened her eyes in horror and saw the smooth road ahead, as well as the huge black tires that had stopped abruptly in front of her.
She was dumbfounded, as if in a dream!
So, she narrowly escaped death just now?!
"Where are you running to?!"
Just as Brooklyn had narrowly escaped death, the man behind her was still chasing after her relentlessly. Brooklyn ignored the pain in her knees and palms, got up, and continued to run frantically!
People behind her were loudly discussing, "Is this woman crazy?!"
"She's suicidal!"
Brooklyn didn't care about anything, couldn't see anything, and all her nerves were focused on one signal - run!
Finally, exhausted, she managed to slip into the revolving glass door of the mall.
Inside, people were coming and going, and the dazzling crystal chandeliers kept flashing, suddenly creating a separation from the outside world.
Brooklyn sat weakly on a chair, panting heavily, clutching her chest.
She thought, 'Who was chasing me? Who wanted to see me?'
Her mind hadn't settled yet when her phone vibrated in her bag. Brooklyn tightly closed her eyes, her dry throat unable to even swallow saliva. She covered her pounding heart and took out her phone.
On the screen, Sebastian's name was flashing.
"Don't forget what I told you. You're already late."
Brooklyn, with trembling legs, weakly replied, "I'll be back soon."
Inside the villa, Sebastian on the leather sofa frowned, "What's wrong with you?"
Brooklyn swallowed the dry, painful lump in her throat. It was better not to tell him about this, "It's nothing. I'll hang up first."
She was afraid that if she said one more word, her panic would show. She hurriedly hung up.
Sebastian's eyebrows furrowed even more.
Brooklyn took several deep breaths, stood up and held her knees, and then walked to another exit of the mall.
On the way back, she used tissues to clean the blood from her palms, but the shocking scratches were still visible.
Now, her face, hands, and knees were all injured.
After getting out of the car, she looked up at the dreamlike villa decorated with lights. Sebastian was inside, and she didn't know what he wanted to say to her.
She calmed herself and walked in.
In the living room, Sebastian had his back to her. His tall figure, like a towering mountain, exuded dominance and coldness.
Her eyes suddenly felt hot, almost teary. She wanted to run over, hug him, and tell him about what she had experienced, venting her anxiety and grievances. But she couldn't.
She kept her composure and said calmly, "I'm back."
Sebastian's long fingers paused slightly on his knee, without turning his head. His voice was as cold as usual, "Come here."
Brooklyn walked over and sat on the sofa opposite him, "You called me back. What's the matter? If it's about divorce, I'm willing to listen."
What else could there be between them that was worth sitting down formally to talk about, other than divorce?
Sebastian stared into her eyes with coldness, "Do you really want a divorce?"
Other than repeatedly emphasizing divorce, what else was in her mind?!
Brooklyn, who had just experienced a near-death situation, was bolder now, "Yes, I've said it many times. I want a divorce. It's just that you refuse to agree."
"I disagree! No matter how many times you ask, it's useless. If you want a divorce, it's until death do us part."
Brooklyn tightened her grip on her hands. She didn't expect his attitude to be so firm. It seemed that his determination to torment her hadn't changed.
Tired of dealing with this topic, she asked, "So, why did you call me back?"
Sebastian wondered, 'I was angry! Didn't she know? Didn't she see the lights outside when she came in? Didn't she see the birthday gift I had specially prepared for her? Was she blind?'
"Take it!"
A red Hermes bag was thrown into her arms in an arc. She looked up, puzzled by his tense expression, "What does this mean?"
Sebastian was really angry. He wanted to pry open her head to see if it was empty!
"Take it! Stop asking!"
Sebastian was forceful and domineering, cold and ruthless.
She looked at the bag, then at him. Was this a birthday gift for her? But the way it was given didn't seem like it. "Why?"
With a stern back, Sebastian said, "Megan didn't want it. Do you think I bought it for you on purpose?"
Megan didn't want it, so it was given to her.
She raised her eyebrows, put the bag back on the glass table, "In that case, I don't want it either."
Was she some kind of leftover beggar? Today it's a bag, tomorrow it might be clothes? And later on, maybe she would only get what Megan didn't want.
Sebastian was furious, "Brooklyn, pick it up, I said, pick it up."
Brooklyn remained seated, "Sebastian, you can refuse the divorce, but don't humiliate me in this way. I quit!"
Sebastian suppressed his anger.
"For the next three years, thirty years, Brooklyn, you don't have the right to refuse. You can only stay with me until the end." His low, resonant voice was firm.
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