Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1520: Chapter 1520: Oh right, do you still want those dog foods from the apartment?

It’s not that I didn’t trust; it’s that I did trust!

Adam Sinclair’s heart had been brutally crushed. His handsome face was filled with disbelief and pain, as if it took all his strength to control himself. He clenched his fists, staring into the eyes of the person in front of him, “So, you’ve never forgotten what happened before. You never forgave me, nor have you thought about accepting me again? The reason you’ve been vague and haven’t outright rejected me is just because you’re afraid I’d blacklist you in the entertainment industry?”

Her laughter, her antics, all the moments they spent together recently, were all an act!

Those details that made him secretly overjoyed, thinking she was beginning to accept him again, were all his illusions from the beginning to the end!

She never thought about accepting him!

She never trusted him, not from the start to the end!

She just didn’t refuse.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to refuse, but that she was afraid!

That slap from his Mom gave her the opportunity she needed; she finally could take the chance to make a clean break with him.

So, the secret marriage and child were fake, the 750 thousand as a breakup fee was fake, her desire to leave him, however, was real!

Adam Sinclair’s heart felt like it had been torn to pieces, the pain so intense it numbed him.

Olivia Lewis saw the light in his eyes swiftly dim, her own heart twinged, but she had made up her mind. Having decided, she wouldn’t easily change her stance, “Yes. You’re the financier, and I’m the female star. It’s very easy for you to blacklist me.”

The harsh words struck Adam Sinclair’s heart like a knife. He had thought his heart, already numb from pain, couldn’t feel anymore, but it did. He punched the wall and, as if performing a wall slam, he closed in on her, his breath casting over her face and his voice hoarse, “Then why are you daring now? Aren’t you afraid I’ll blacklist you?”

“I’m scared.” Olivia Lewis’ scar on the left side of her face wasn’t completely healed, and traces of the bloodstain were still vaguely visible. She spoke calmly, “But I have my pride.”

“I don’t want to be slapped at the set for no reason, nor do I want to be picked and chosen like an item on a shop shelf.”

“Young Master Sinclair, let’s break up.”

It was the third time.

This sentence, she had said it three whole times today.

A vein bulged on Adam Sinclair’s forehead as he stared into her eyes. After a long moment, he asked, “When did you start feeling this way?”

“Since the afternoon at the resort.”

That was the same afternoon his Mom found the set and slapped her.

The vein on the back of Adam Sinclair’s hand swelled then relaxed, and then tensed up again. He closed his eyes, finally pushing down all his emotions, “Fine, let’s break up.”

The last two words seemed to drain all his energy.

Olivia Lewis breathed a sigh of relief but also felt an indescribable sense of loss.

She forcibly ignored the sense of loss.

Then, with an air of pleasant cooperation, she put on a smile and sincerely said, “Thank you.”

Adam Sinclair’s temple throbbed.

She had quickly adjusted her state of mind and began organizing the follow-up, “To avoid awkwardness in the future, I will ask my manager to take all my belongings from the apartment right away. I’ll also hire a cleaning company. Don’t worry; when you come back, the apartment will be clean, exactly like before.”

She didn’t forget to add, “I’ll pay for the cleaning company.”

“In addition, I’ll let my manager take the goldfinch too. Do you still want the public displays of affection from the apartment?”