Realizing she had lost track, she gently hit her head before she beamed again. "Mr, can I return to my country?"
Seeing his face changing, she immediately let go of his hand and waved at his face in a hurry. "No, no, I'm not saying I want to divorce. I mean, uhm, this country is not for people like me. I want to return to my country but I can still remain your wife and when it's time to divorce, you can send the divorce papers over and I'll–"
"No." His cold and stern voice sounded.
"Huh?" His reply startled her. What did he mean by no?
"Mr, there's no reason for me to be by your side, right? I have a career that I–"
"Miss, you have issues up there?" He pointed at her head.
Jeslyn shook her head out of reflex.
"Then, you mustn't have forgotten my condition for accepting the deal, right?"
"Eh, you said it's for a brat and–"
"That brat cannot travel out of this country, which means you'll have to stay here."
