THE EX-WIFE HE COULDN’T DESTROY
Right from time, he was known for showing no sign of weakness, and right at Elysia's front, he exhibited it again, heaving a sigh.
“In Silverquill we are not many, just twelve or more if I'm not mistaken,” he dropped the cup on the table with a straight face. “So obviously, there was no way I was going to get stressed by going through just sixty chapters.”
“How many did you preview during my time away?” Curious, Elysia demanded, folding both hands above the table after shifting her cup aside. “Two hundred?”
“Five hundred?”
“Not close,” he shook his head, rubbing his eyes gently. “I can't recall the particular chapter, just the amount of words that's here,” he used his index to hit the side of his head lightly, like the lady's words were still echoing in his head.