Crystal Landon soaked in the bathtub, the warm water washing away the mess and exhaustion from her body. She regained a bit of strength and said hoarsely with her eyes closed, her slender fingers like jade hooked on the edge of the tub, "Once I have a child, let's get a divorce."
When she uttered those words, her heart ached, and her eyes stung a little. The person she had liked since childhood probably could only be silently loved, never approached.
Where in this world is there so much mutual love? Retreating bravely is always better than future resentments. If a day of love turning to hate can be foreseen, it's better to cut off all thoughts early.
Richard Shaw's tall and robust body suddenly stiffened. The man wrapped her in a towel silently and lifted her up, saying in a deep voice, "Military marriages are not permitted for divorce."
Crystal Landon snorted coldly, ignoring him.
