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Unmatched you

He is a noble prince from a wealthy family, and she is the cold and cunning third daughter of the White family. For many years, Lena White has been persistent, and every decision she makes is to be closer to him, but he has no idea. "Have a face, I will never marry you!" Their marriage begins with a game in which they have to marry each other. He was clearly planning to divorce and subsequently set a trap for her. Obviously, he said he would never love. He afterwards took her to see the sea of stars. "Mr. Blake, we are divorced," she reminded him. "Don't think I'm completely unrelated to you!" Mr. Blake made a risky move, pulling out the keyboard and tossing it to the ground while kneeling and screaming, "Honey, I'm wrong!" It took her six years to transform herself into his preferred style. He felt there was no one on the planet who could interfere with his emotions, yet she still messed with him when she turned around.
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Chapter 2

After coming back from the Civil Affairs Bureau, Lena held the toilet and vomited for a long time

Stress vomiting. The more nervous she was, the more she would vomit. But she hadn't done it for a long time. She didn't expect that she would run into Robert again.

Outside the bathroom, Sister Anna knocked on the door worriedly, "Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"I'm fine," answered the door. Hearing that, Lena wiped the water on her face with a pale face and said, "I'm fine..."

"Your face is so pale. Why do you say you are fine?"

With a look of regret, Sister Anna said, "it's all my fault. I was pestered by those clients. But in the blink of an eye, I heard that you went home with your husband..."

"He is not my husband."

Hearing Lena's sudden interruption, Lena White took out the divorce certificate with a sense of relief or self mockery. "We are divorced!"

"What?"

Sister Anna was shocked. When she saw the divorce certificate that Lena took out, she was almost crazy. "Lena , you actually agreed to divorce him?"

"Didn't you come back all the way to make up with him? Why did you divorce him just for one night?"

"Did you have a fight? Did he misunderstand you? Or..."

"Stop asking."

Hearing that, Lena rubbed her hair irritably. She took back the divorce certificate weakly and put on an ugly smile. "Haven't you always persuaded me to let go of you?"

"I just feel sorry for you!"

Sister Anna was furious. "Does Robert know how you have been through the past six years? How could he..."

"Stop it."

"Okay, I won't tell you."

Seeing that she really didn't want to mention it, Sister Anna was not that stupid. But when she knew that Lena only got a horse after she got out of the house, she felt her heart ache again.

"Lena , why are you doing this?"

Hearing that, Lena knew what Sister Anna was worried about. She explained, "I don't mean anything else. It's a old horse. It can't run or make money. It can only wait for death. I think it's better for me to take care of it myself than others."

In fact, she didn't have much contact with Greyson. But because she liked Greyson, Greyson was detested by Robert. Even if Greyson saved him later, he was now old and lame, and could no longer attend the competition.

Lena sometimes felt that she had hurt Greyson If she hadn't been willful, he would have liked itr very much, wouldn't he?

So she wanted to take good care of Greyson

She felt that if she treated Greyson better now, maybe someone would treat her better one day, just as she treated Greyson now.

However, she couldn't say that to Sister Anna , so she could only say vaguely, "it's always my horse."

Looking at her pitifully, Sister Anna suddenly held up her face and said, "Lena , promise me to be good to yourself. From now on, you live for yourself, not for Robert."

"Okay!"

Like a robot doll, Lena repeated expressionlessly, "I promise you that I will be good to myself. In the future, I will live for myself, not for... Not for Robert..."

At the same time.

In the bar, Robert was drinking alone.

He didn't know why there was something wrong. He was the one who had always been looking forward to divorce, but now he was not happy at all when he looked at the cold divorce certificate.

"What's this?"

Richard , his friend, came over curiously. When he saw the divorce certificate, he widened his eyes and asked, "I don't think I'm blind, right?"

"Divorce certificate! You finally get rid of her?"

Robert frowned unhappily and became more agitated. "It's noisy."

Richard was confused, "what's wrong with you?"

"Isn't this what you have always wanted? Why do you still look reluctant to give up even if you have achieved it?"

"Unwilling?" Robert cast a cold glance at him and asked, "do you think I'm reluctant t?"

"No, No. It's just..."

Richard was afraid of his gaze and waved his hand with a smile, "You don't look as happy as I thought."

"At least, I thought you were happy to invite our brother to drink for three days with this divorce certificate, not now..."

"HMM... take us to drink alone."

The words "drinking alone" stung Robert's heart!

Pursing his lips, he didn't say anything for a long time.

It was not his style to keep silent like this. At this time, even Nill , who was used to be calm, asked, "what's wrong? You really don't want to leave her?"

Robert: "get out!"

"I don't think so."

Anglo was a little surprised. " You used to pester his woman every day, but now he suddenly stop pestering her. It's a little unexpected, a little strange, and a little confused, isn't it?"

After a long silence, Robert suddenly asked in a low voice, "tell me, why did she suddenly agree?"

Hearing Robert's question, the three of them fell silent.

It didn't mean that it was difficult to answer this question, but in their impression, only Robert shouldn't have been so indifferent.

Who was Robert?

He went to primary school at the age of 4, junior middle school at the age of 8, University at the age of 14, and began to study at the age of 17.

Later, he had to cultivate his emotions and went to Venice to study oil painting in seclusion.

Now, his painting had a starting price of seven figures!

And the most outstanding one in his resume was that he started his business at the age of nineteen.

Now F The market value of C group was the first in the world. Married, he was listed as the most valuable public husband in the world.

In the past twenty-eight years, Robert had only been defeated by one thing.

He hated her, but he was forced to marry her.

Six years ago, because of this marriage, Robert rarely made a splash in the city. Almost his two legs were broken by old master Nicola Blake of Blake family.

But six years later, he was asking his friends why Lena suddenly agreed to divorce her?

Was this the point?

The point should not be that she was finally willing to divorce and you were finally relieved!

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