For a moment, he remained frozen, processing her declaration—cold and unforgiving, twisting into his chest like frost for the second time. His hands clenched at his sides instinctively, unseen by her.
He hadn't expected she'd bring this unpleasant subject again. Previously, he believed she was just being too sensitive that day when she first asked.
A sharp, incredulous snort escaped him.
He turned to face her, unreadable. "You're thinking of divorcing while EMT is in crisis? Do you understand the consequences?" His tone was threatening, but Selina didn't waver.
"That doesn't stop me from leaving," she uttered flatly.
His expression darkened, sensing her determination. "Don't be impulsive, Selina. I decide when you leave. So don't bring up topics like that—ever again." His voice was deep, steely, calm, concealing the storm beneath.
