Blizzard, First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 121

They stood in a standoff for a moment.

Isabel finally threw the suit at him.

Adrian didn't catch it. The suit fell to the floor in a heap, instantly wrinkling.

The man scoffed, his expression seeming to say, *I knew you didn't want a divorce.*

A knot of frustration formed in Isabel's throat, making it hard to breathe.

It took her a long moment to speak. "It seems to me that Mr. Blackwell is the one who doesn't want a divorce."

Isabel crossed her arms, a look of dawning comprehension on her face. "From the very beginning, you’ve been making all sorts of excuses to avoid finalizing the divorce. It's hard not to suspect that you've fallen in love with me and can't bear to let me go."

Adrian’s expression remained impassive. "Do you really want a divorce?"

"Of course."

"The reason?"

"Irreconcilable differences."

Adrian looked as if he'd heard a joke. "We had a relationship to begin with?"

"Fine, it's because I don't love you anymore, alright?!" Isabel yelled in frustration.

Adrian, however, remained calm. "So, when you loved me, I was forced to marry you. Now that you don't love me, I'm expected to cooperate with your divorce. Isabel, what makes you think I'm so easy to manipulate?"

There it was again.

Because she had once forced him to marry her, everything she did now must have a hidden motive.

It was all an attempt to manipulate him.

At that moment, Isabel was truly at a loss for words.

But she couldn't stand the thought of being stuck in this limbo, unable to get divorced.

She asked, "If I help you change, will you go to City Hall with me?"

Adrian gave a soft "mm-hmm."

Isabel bent down to pick up the suit from the floor.

"Do you think I would wear something that's been dirtied?"

The man's deep, cool voice came from above. Isabel took a sharp breath, suppressed her anger, and stood up. "Then which suit would Mr. Blackwell like to wear?"

"That used to be your job. Why are you asking me?"

"..."

As Isabel picked out a suit, shirt, and tie,

In six years of marriage, she had rarely seen him like this.

Let alone touched him.

Even on the rare occasions she could, he would push her away.

The intimate atmosphere that she had once craved now only made her tense.

So much so that by the time she had unbuttoned his shirt, her palms were sweating.

This wasn't the tension of hopeful anticipation.

He was, to her, a familiar stranger, a man she had given up on loving.

Anyone would be nervous undressing a stranger.

Because of this, she didn't notice her fingertips brushing against his abs.

Until she heard a sharp hiss from above.

"On purpose?"

"..."

Isabel bit her lip, yanked his shirt off, and quickly put the new one on him.