Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 845

That reluctance to let go probably didn't have much to do with love anymore. It was more about not wanting to lose someone who'd been part of her for so long. The kind of familiarity that no one else could replicate.

"Halle, are you listening?" Edgar's voice cut through when she didn't respond fast enough.

"Of course I am." Edgar had come back to Drakoria after the holidays to take over the family business. His time abroad had been partly for professional development and partly a cover for his relationship with Nina.

This year, the Bowmans had pushed hard for his return. He and Halle were both 25 now. Her career was taking off, and Edgar couldn't stay overseas forever. Not if they were supposed to get married.

Neither family knew about Nina or the two-year-old daughter. Edgar had kept them hidden well.

And Edgar didn't bother tiptoeing around Halle's feelings about it. She'd already found out on her own, and he knew perfectly well that as long as she hadn't formally called off the engagement, she was choosing to maintain the surface-level peace. She wouldn't use Nina and the child as ammunition.

He really did know her.

"Then get over here," Edgar said.

"I'm not a doctor. What am I supposed to do there?" Halle's tone was light, almost playful. "You're not going to ask me to apologize to her, are you?"

"You don't think you should?"

Halle hadn't planned on going. But if Edgar was going to push it like this, she wanted to see how this played out.

She wanted to know what Nina was actually after. The woman had been quiet for so long, and now out of nowhere she'd called to stake a claim on her man. Halle still couldn't get a full read on her angle.

"Fine. Wait for me."

It was already ten at night. Halle pulled off her pajamas and slipped into a black dress that fell past her knees. She let her curls hang loose down her back, spritzed on her favorite perfume, painted her lips red, and stepped into four-inch heels. She was already tall without them. In the shoes, she was pushing 5'11".

Striking, polished, magnetic. Halle loved every inch of what she saw in the mirror.

She grabbed her bag and walked out.

She'd barely cleared the front gate when she heard a bark. A little toy poodle was bouncing around on the road ahead, absurdly energetic. Behind it trailed a man who had to be close to 6'3".

Right. Halle had almost forgotten. James was her neighbor now.

James had a white toy poodle named Lemon. When he'd gone back to Zheron, he'd taken the dog with him, and in the six months since Halle had last seen it, the thing had ballooned.

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