"You divorced me this morning, in the afternoon you’ve already found a girlfriend, and now at night you bring your new girlfriend to your old home. Ben Zeller. You're not worth the time that I spent crushing on you."
With that, she sucked in a deep breath, turned and looked at Luke who was holding his lighter, getting ready to light himself a cigarette and watch the show." Can I borrow a light please?"
Luke shrugged, walked over and bent down, held his lighter, and ripped out Gwen's prettiest solo portrait, then lit the rest of the photos on fire.
Finally, he handed the photo he ripped out to Gwen." For commemorative purposes."
Gwen shook her head. "Just burn it."
She did not need to commemorate something like this.
Luke raised his lips in a faint smile, looked at Gwen with a mild interest in his eyes and slipped the photo into his pocket.
The photos were lit aflame.
Amidst the roaring fire, Ben laughed coldly, "Even if you didn’t burn them, I would."
Gwen closed her eyes tightly, but remained silent.
When there was nothing left of the photos but a pile of ashes, she held Luna's hand. “Let's go."
Luna nodded and helped her into the chair with Luke's assistance. Beside them, Ben snorted, turned and got ready to leave. But he had just taken a few steps away when he was stopped by Joshua.
He frowned. “What else do you want, Mr. Lynch?"
Joshua laughed coldly, then called out behind him," Zach, Yuri!"
The two tall and burly bodyguards immediately rushed to him. "Mr. Lynch!"
"Did the two of you see how he tried to hit Luna just now?"
"Yes, we did!"
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