"Is it necessary to tell the colonel about this?"

"Unlike Miss Harper's study abroad, this time you are on a long-term assignment and cannot come back under any special circumstances."

The company's reply looked rather awkward.

Lyra picked up the pen heavily and held the tip of the pen over the paper for a long time before writing two short replies.

"I will never go back on it."

"Do not inform the colonel, lest it affect official business."

Dry the pen and ink and fold the letter paper.

Looking at her slightly bulging tummy, her heart was aching uncontrollably.

Even though she had repeatedly imagined for Smith the childish and endearing appearance of the child, and pleaded with him over and over again not to put on a show for divorce.

But he wouldn't listen, and he was in a cold war all day long, with Harper in his heart and eyes.

"Can't we sacrifice you and the children for Harper's happiness?"

"If we don't pretend to be divorced, how could Harper be with me in this final stretch of time back home?"

"You don't want her to be a bitch, do you? How come I didn't notice you're so vicious before! '

I don't want the white moonlight to be Shameful bitch.

But I can make my wife, who has been with me for three years, a joke.

Lyra finally understood that a marriage that is not cherished and a child that is not expected should not exist either.

The door was gently pushed open.

Smith coughed twice, his eyes, like a cold pool, pressed under the shadow of his hat brim, and his Adam's apple rolled twice, tensed.

"Have you had enough trouble?"

"You got married to my family because my mom thought you were hardworking and capable. Otherwise, you're just a country bumpkins, how could you get close to me?"

"It's my regret for the rest of my life that I didn't marry Harper."

"You keep saying you love me, are you not willing to fulfill this wish for me?"

There are different levels of status.

But whose heart is not made of flesh?

If it weren't for Smith's sincere proposal, carrying imported French skincare products and vowing word by word that he would always be good to Lyra.

If it weren't for him telling her his inner wounds, his first love Harper had an ambiguous relationship with a French tycoon and ran away from the wedding halfway.

How could she be so foolish as to feel sorry for him, give up being a college student and be willing to be a housewife?

The letter has not been handed over.

There might still be a hint of reluctance in my heart.

"You know very well that if we get divorced, neither the children nor I will be saved," Lyra said in a low voice, her lower lip turning pale.

"Lee from the previous company, being single and pregnant, was taken to paraded by the church, couldn't bear the blow and went crazy, bleeding the whole street."

Smith, you... Are you willing? '

Faced with the question, Smith frowned and looked hesitant.

"I didn't force you to get pregnant at this time!"

"There are fifteen days left and Harper is going abroad. I'm not willing to let another man be her husband, but just thinking about it makes me feel jealous and heartbroken."

"When she goes abroad, I'll remarry you, will you let us go?"

My heart gave me another jolt.

Lyra clutched the reply tightly and put it in her pocket as if determined.

"All right."

"Hopefully, in two weeks, you'll be able to fulfill me too."

Hearing the somewhat unusual words of loss.

Smith frowned in confusion.

Just as he was about to ask what it meant, a delicate female voice came from the door.

"Lyra, why are you still here?"

"Smith said you're divorced. How long are you going to stay here?"