11 Divorce Agreement

There was always an aura around Mr. Satan that made her willingly submit.

Emily felt like a kite right now, and Mr. Satan was the one holding the strings. He didn't restrict her flight; he just held onto the string, gently guiding her back when she veered off course, letting her soar freely.

The nights spent with him were wild and intoxicating, something she had never experienced in her four years of marriage with Reed.

But the atmosphere at the Reed family villa now was different.

In the morning, Nathan had to go to the office. Sophia helped him fix his tie, cuddling in his arms, "Can't you skip work? We finally live together, can't you stay home with me?"

A woman's coquetry was hard for any man to resist.

Nathan embraced her, "I'm going to the office for important matters, not to see other women. What are you worried about?"

Sophia's expression changed slightly.

How could she not worry?

After all, hadn't she successfully seduced Nathan herself? At work, she used her job as an excuse