Chapter 7

　　In the morning, Luke woke up with bursts of headaches.

　　Opening his eyes, his brain still stagnated, raised his hand and glanced at the watch. It was nine o\'clock in the morning and his brows frowned. He was habitually impatient.

　　Is that woman a pig? !

　　\"Sam, why didn\'t you wake me?\"

　　Sitting up, when he saw Xia who had just pushed the door in. Luke\'s dizzy brain was working, and he finally remembered that he is now at Xia\'s house instead of his own.

　　\"Brother Luke...\"

　　Xia\'s face was a little pale. he pressed the jealousy in her heart, and passed the milk in her hand, \"Drink a glass of milk before going to work. I specially cooked it for you...\"

　　Luke has never had the habit of drinking milk. He always socializes and his stomach is not in good condition. So in the past few years of marriage with Sam, she will make him a rich and exquisite breakfast every morning but without any milk. Over time, he himself got used to it.

　　Damn, how could you think of that woman again?

　　Annoyed and rubbed his temples, Luke took the milk, and didn\'t know who he was angry with, and drank the whole glass of milk in one go.

　　After Xia and Lin \'s farewell, Luke left Avalon Villa and drove all the way to Sam\'s. Although he was a bit late, as the company\'s president, who would dare to question him?

　　\"Mr. Johnson, morning.\"

　　But Harley, who was chatting with the secretary, saw Luke getting out of the elevator. He walked over and said hello, \"Tsk tusk tsk... I didn\'t expect that Mr. Johnson, who has always been conscientious and dedicated, also has the problem of being late.\"

　　Harley, a typical rich second-generation, and Luke were classmates from middle school to university, and Luke\'s only best friend.

　　\"I am late at my own company, does it have anything to do with you?\"

　　Luke glanced at his personal secretary, then paused and said, \"Stay away from my secretary from now on.\"

　　\"How?\"

　　\"I\'m afraid she will get pregnant, but our company does not have pregnancy leave.\"

　　\"...\"

　　Harley was choked uncomfortably, but seeing Luke pushed open the door of his office, he quickly grasped his wrist.

　　\"Would you... go out and be late for a while?\"

　　Luke lowered his head and looked at his clenched wrist, his voice chilled, \"Harley, aren\'t you tired?\"

　　Feeling the declining temperature around him, Harley had no choice but to whisper, \"Sam is here. She\'s just sitting in your office.\"

　　Did that woman really come?

　　Sam was stunned, but soon a sneer evoked a sneer. It seemed that after she had broken the jar and now she went to the company to make trouble again.

　　The trouble at home mustn\'t be enough! Thinking of this, Luke held Harley\'s hand and opened the door of his office.

　　In the huge and bright office, Sam sits alone on the chair opposite the desk. She used to be refreshed and proud like a princess. Now, she is so quiet which make people feel so pitiful.

　　Poor?

　　This word just came to mind and was waved away by Luke. How could a feminine-hearted woman like Sam be pitiful?

　　With a sneer, he sat on the boss\'s chair, took the documents piled up by the table, bowed his head, opened it, and dealt with the official business intently as if there was no existence of Sam at all.

　　From 7:30 in the morning, Sam has been waiting until now while looking at the man sitting on the other side of the desk. As she looked at him, the sadness in her eyes flashed away.

　　She should have expected him to have this attitude a long time ago, didn\'t she?

　　Taking a breath to calm herself down, she took out a document from her bag, got up, opened it, and placed it in front of Luke.

　　It\'s a divorce agreement.

　　When seeing these four words on the document, Sam threw away the pen in his hand with a \"pop!\" and raised his head with a sneer.

　　\"Sam, what tricks do you want to play?\" Sam wanted to look at him so much, but when he raised his eyes and finally looked towards her, she lowered her head and unconsciously stirred the coffee in front of her.

　　She was scared and would cry out unbelievably.

　　The accumulation of soreness in her chest made her feel like vomiting in her throat. She swallowed a few times before she spoke softly, \"You can sign it after reading it.\"

　　Luke withdrew his gaze in disdain and looked suspiciously at the divorce agreement in front of him. But gradually, his contempt and sarcasm that had originally stood out in his eyes gradually froze.

　　This is very clear. As long as he signs the divorce, all Sam\'s shares, including the Doughlas\' private property and real estate will belong to him. In other words, if Sam goes out of the house, she can\'t take a dime with her! !

　　\"Luke, I\'m tired, I\'m really tired...\"

　　Just as Luke saw that Sam\'s signature had been signed by the transferor, her voice ran into his ears dryly like a stream that was about to dry up.

　　\"I know you hate me and I don\'t want to pester you anymore. I\'m letting you go and I\'m also letting go of myself. Sign it.\"

　　Luke slowly raised his head, all the undisguised contempt, disdain, sarcasm disappeared.

　　He discovered that Sam was wearing a high-necked sweater specially today, trying to hide the scars on her body yesterday, but her pale to bloodless face is so dazzling in the sun.

　　Although she was sitting in front of him, he seemed to have an illusion that she seemed to evaporate in the sun at any time and finally disappeared without a trace.

　　\"Sam Johnson, you...\"