Damon frowned, his deep dark eyes burning with astonishment. "You want a divorce?" he asked in a low and cold voice.
"Yes, I do." Adele turned around and stared at the man.
Just now, she had already thought it through. Their marriage was a mistake, and she had to stop it right away.
"Adele, we haven't reached this point yet, have we?" Damon frowned, his tightened jaw showing that he was suppressing his anger.
Before he could make up for it, she had already proposed a divorce?
"No?" Adele looked into his eyes fearlessly and said word by word, "You have someone you love. What am I?"
What did he want to do? Did he want to be an ancient emperor who could have many concubines?
As soon as she said this, Damon's face darkened a little. He pursed his thin lips tightly, and after a long time, he said, "If you really want to, then we will have a divorce."