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‘What is wrong with this man?’ she thought bitterly. ‘One sip and I’d be done with this damn job. You’d think a guy who eats everyone’s brains for five hours straight in a meeting would be dying for a drink.’

Lorenzo finally turned to her, his icy gaze locking onto her face. There was no warmth in it. Just exhaustion, detachment, and something colder.

“I told you before,” he said, his voice cool and direct. “No matter how kind you are to me, I’ll never return your feelings.”

Krystal’s smile faltered. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached out, gently wrapping her fingers around his hand with a kind of affection that was almost painful in its sincerity.

“As long as I’m beside you, I don’t need anything else,” she whispered. “This... this is enough for me.”

For a second, just a second, something flickered in his eyes. The sharp edges of his expression softened, confusion slipping in. His brows drew together, but his body didn’t move.

Then his jaw clenched again.

His hands, which had been hidden behind his back, curled into fists. His next words came low and clipped.

“Esther is back.”

He paused.

“We should… get a divorce.”

Krystal froze, everything in her face crumbled.

“You’re divorcing me?” she asked quietly, almost in disbelief.

‘This can’t be happening right now. Not when I’m this close.’ Krystal’s heart raced. ‘If I miss the chance to give him the medicine today, he’ll disappear for days again. I can’t risk that. Just one more dose. Once he takes it, my job will be done.’ She clenched her hands tightly, trying to steady herself.

Lorenzo stared at her face—the way her joy disappeared the moment he said those words. That look in her eyes... he’d seen it every single time he walked into the room. Like her whole world paused for him.

And now her sadness struck him like a punch to the gut.

Something shifted in his chest, something unfamiliar and tight. He pressed his palm against his heart as if trying to soothe the strange ache, brows knitting in discomfort.

His voice dropped, a little softer this time.

“I’ll give you whatever you want as long as you sign the divorce papers.”

She nodded, but the tension in her face didn’t go away. Her voice came out quiet and hollow.

“I don’t want anything.”

Then she looked up at him, eyes finally meeting his. She stepped in closer, lifting her hand gently to touch his neck. Her fingers brushed the skin just beneath his collar, her eyes softening with a hint of delicate seduction. With her other hand, she brought the juice glass up to his lips.

This time, Lorenzo didn’t resist.

He drank, his gaze fixed on her lips as they hovered dangerously close to his own. But at the last second, instead of kissing him, she leaned toward his cheek and whispered,

“Lorenzo, in these two years of marriage have you never felt anything for me? Not even a little part of you ever liked me?”

Lorenzo’s brows drew together, tension settling in his jaw. Without a word, he placed a firm hand on her shoulder and pushed her back gently, creating distance.

Krystal stumbled slightly but caught her footing, her eyes lowering to the now-empty glass in her hand. A sly, satisfied smile tugged at her lips.

‘All done.’

Lorenzo’s eyes narrowed. He’d been watching her closely, and for a second, something didn’t sit right.

‘Why does she look… happy?’ he wondered.