Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 2169

Mavis was puzzled.

"You hurt your leg, not your hands. There's nothing stopping us from proceeding with the divorce. Besides, Troy can handle the rest of the paperwork."

Nathaniel's barely lifted mood soured again.

Mavis seemed sad to leave him, and there was no chance to change her mind…

He sighed heavily, leaning back.

"The media is all over this. With everyone knowing I was in an accident, if you push for a divorce right now, they'll tear you apart. They'll call you heartless and accuse you of abandoning me."

Mavis continued peeling the apple, unshaken by his reasoning.

"Their opinion doesn't matter to me. I'm not living my life for them. Also, I never said I wouldn't be responsible. We'll get the divorce, but I'll still take care of you until you recover."

His face darkened further.

Divorced yet still caring for him?

That made no sense.

Nathaniel was annoyed.

He stayed silent, and his face turned grimmer by the seconds.

Mavis paid no attention to his mood.

She finished peeling the apple and held it to him, saying, "We both want to end this marriage, so why delay? I'll ask Ricky to draft a new agreement and send it over tomorrow."

Nathaniel did not reply, nor did he take the apple from her.

Unfazed, Mavis went on, "You don't have to split anything with me. Consider it my fault. I won't take a thing from you, not even the Ascend Apartment you put under my name. I'll leave with nothing, just like we agreed before—"

Before she could finish, Nathaniel suddenly sat up, his hand reaching out to grab her by the back of the neck.

In one swift, forceful move, he pulled her close, silencing her with an intense kiss.

The kiss brought back flashes of that passionate night, stirring a heat in Nathaniel's core.

His hand moved to wrap around her waist, driven by a wave of desire.

Mavis quickly sensed his touch growing bolder and immediately pushed him away, breaking the kiss.

"Stop it."

Still, she held her frustration in check.

After all, he was an injured patient.

She simply replied, "Fine. I'll go."

She started to walk off, but Nathaniel called after her again.

"It'll be easier if you take my car."

He rummaged through the drawer on the bedside table and pulled out the keys to his Ferrari, holding them out to her.

Mavis did not take them.

"That thing's too fancy. I've only had my license for a year. If I scratch it, I can't afford to fix it."

"You won't be responsible. If anything happens, it's on me."

She eyed the keys, still shaking her head.

"Alright. I'll have Troy drive you instead. Does that work?"