Warren’s body went rigid, his fingers tightening reflexively.
What did she mean by that? Was she saying she didn’t want him anymore?
“Celine…” Warren’s dry lips parted, his voice hoarse.
“Let’s just do this,” Celine said coolly, stuffing her hands back into her pockets. “Go home, Warren. From now on, we’ll go our separate ways. The marriage certificate is simple enough; we just need to sign some papers to dissolve it. I won’t see you out.”
With that, Celine turned and walked away without a second’s hesitation.
Warren was left alone in the vast hall. He stood frozen, his back stiff and straight, still clutching the ‘tokens of their love’ he hadn't even had a chance to show her.
Time ticked by. Warren remained motionless, bathed in the cold white light, looking as though he’d been abandoned by the entire world—lonely and desolate.
He didn't know how long he stood there, long enough for his legs to go numb and a deep chill to settle into his bones, making it almost impossible to remain standing. Suddenly, he heard the soft sound of footsteps behind him.
A familiar, sweet voice followed. “What are you still standing here for?”
Warren turned to see Celine, who had returned, standing at the entrance. Her hands were in her pockets, her beautiful face tilted up as she stared at him with a proud air. “Weren’t you the one who said it didn’t matter if I forgot you, as long as I was healthy?”
Celine raised an eyebrow, her eyes devoid of any warmth, her voice even colder. “How come I never noticed before what a selfless, noble saint you are?”
Warren stared at her, utterly baffled by her words. How did she know that? Did Juniper tell her?
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