Wen Yi looked at him with interest and asked, "Oh? What if I don't?"
The man looked down at her indifferently, as if looking at a capricious and ignorant child, "Why bother?"
She said with a laugh, "Why can't I?"
His expression unchanged, he spoke calmly and clearly, "Regardless of whether she has done anything to hurt you, or how much she has hurt you, it doesn't warrant death. Moreover, she saved my life, twice—since you don't really want a divorce, I guess there must be a deep bond of mutual interest between us. We are not suited for a fallout, right?"
Right.
Indeed.
Wen Yi suddenly felt all her interest fade away. His cool and collected reasoning bored her, not nearly as challenging as when he was pointing a gun at Abel, with a force that seemed as if he was about to twist her arm off.
As if she was only spirited when her emotions ran high.
She glanced sideways at the bodyguard standing a meter away, "Abel."
