The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel Chapter 912

Leila shot up from her seat, her eyes flashing with hurt and disbelief. "Yuri, are you trying to dump me?"

"We're only together in name, Leila. How can I dump what we never truly had?" Yuri's face was a mask of stone.

Leila's heart was pounding in her chest, but she refused to show it. Marrying into the Lynette family had catapulted her own family to new heights of social standing, and she had enjoyed the perks of being Mrs. Lynette, basking in the limelight.

Now, divorce? How could she possibly face the world then? "I'm not signing any papers."

Yuri's brow furrowed, ready to argue, but Knox put an end to the brewing storm. "Enough," he said firmly, unable to sit idle. "We should be celebrating the return of the child, not talking about divorce."

At his age, such squabbles were beneath him, and he knew the Lynette family's reputation was at stake.

Yuri knew Knox would never consent to a divorce, a shadow of frustration passing fleetingly across his face.

Pretending not to notice Yuri's mood, Knox cleared his throat and beckoned to Brittany. “Child, come here, let me have a look at you.”

Brittany had witnessed quite a drama unfold. She approached the elder and respectfully addressed him as ‘Mr. Lynette.’

Knox felt a tinge of disappointment. She had just returned; it was unrealistic to expect her to slip seamlessly into her new identity.

After a few pleasantries to break the ice, dinner commenced.

Yuri pulled Brittany to sit beside him, and throughout the meal, his attention never wavered from her.

Brittany, who loved her food spicy, was faced with the Lynette family's preference for milder flavors.

Yuri, noticing this, instructed the kitchen to whip up some of Brittany's favorite dishes. If there had been fewer eyes upon them, he might have fed her himself.

Feeling the wave of care from Yuri, Brittany's demeanor softened considerably.

"Mr. Lynette, thank you," she said, genuine gratitude in her voice.

Yuri couldn't hide the satisfaction he felt.

Leila watched the tender scene unfold, her meal turning to ash in her mouth, yet she dared not show her discontent.