Chapter 2

Leonardo pressed his lips tightly together, pushing the agreement and pen toward me.

His eyes were slightly red, his fingers tapping lightly twice on the edge of the table. It was his nervous habit.

I looked at the agreement but didn't rush to take the pen. Instead, I reached out and touched the back of his hand resting on the table.

"Your hand is so cold."

Leonardo trembled slightly but didn't pull away.

Without even glancing at the content, I picked up the pen to sign.

Leonardo pressed down on my hand. "Wait! Read it carefully before signing."

He explained each clause of the agreement to me.

The villa would remain mine, the savings would go to me, and all debts under his name had nothing to do with me.

He had even purchased a substantial trust fund for me to ensure my future would be secure.

Comments floated before my eyes:

[Holy crap, this divorce agreement is all in Lawrence's favor?]

[What an incredible man! But I feel like Leonardo really is bankrupt!]

[Wait, in the original story, Leonardo ends up filthy rich later...]

After hearing his explanation, I just felt stars swimming before my eyes.

"Don't understand. So I just need to sign, right?"

I moved to sign again, and Leonardo stopped me once more.

His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice somewhat hoarse:

"There's one last clause. Divorce doesn't mean we're strangers. If you ever need my help in the future, just ask."

I looked at him oddly. "You're drowning in debt. What could you possibly help me with?"

Leonardo was at a loss for words and lowered his head.

I thought about these past three years—how no matter how busy he was, he always replied to my goodnight messages.

Any dessert I mentioned in passing would appear in the fridge the next day.

Every time I came home tipsy, the living room light was always on.

My heart suddenly softened. I said seriously:

"If you really end up too poor to survive, come find me. I'll take care of you."

Leonardo's head snapped up.

His eyes grew even redder. His Adam's apple bobbed several times before he finally said in a low voice, "...Okay."

More comments floated by:

[What kind of attitude is this? He just gave you everything he had!]

[Poor Leonardo! He still thinks he's not worthy!]

[Prescott, come out and comfort him!]

[Lawrence is really so oblivious...]

Leonardo said he'd found work hauling bricks at a construction site.

The pay was good, with room and board included. He was leaving right away.

He stood in the living room with a suitcase, glancing back at me.

His lips moved, but in the end, he said nothing. He pulled open the door and left.

The moment the door closed, the comments exploded:

[Hauling bricks? Is he serious?]

[A CEO going to haul bricks... I kind of want to laugh, what's wrong with me]

[Stop laughing, this is tragic]

[Wait, he really is bankrupt? Otherwise why would he actually haul bricks?]

I returned to the bedroom. Traces of Leonardo were everywhere.

In the closet, his shirts hung neatly in rows.

On the nightstand sat the business magazines he read every night.

In the bathroom, his toothbrush stood beside mine.

I lay on the bed, thinking about these three years.

He'd stayed up late fixing my broken music box.

Whenever I woke up hungover, there was always warm water and hangover medicine by the bed.

After business dinners, no matter how late, he'd always wash up in the guest room first so the smell of alcohol wouldn't bother me.

Lost in thought, a sudden wave of nausea hit me. I rushed to the bathroom and dry-heaved.

After recovering, I remembered.

Oh right, I forgot to tell him I was pregnant.

Comments suddenly flashed frantically:

[Leonardo's first love Prescott is here! Right at the villa gate!]

I walked to the window.

I saw a woman in a white dress with elaborate makeup standing outside the iron gate.