Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

Chapter 0173 Sydney's POV

I frowned when I checked the time. I hadn't thought that Lucas would be involved in the family matters. discussion until the door was jammed close with Lucas back at me.

I decided to wait at the door of the conference room. I paced up and down the hallway, loitered at the door but he still was not outside yet.

Suddenly, the door was forcefully pushed open and Lucas stomped out. He seemed angry as he was walking with so much force. "Lucas," I called but he didn't stop.

I ran after him. When I was at an arm's length behind him, I reached out and grabbed his shoulder. "Come on, stop walking."He

He stopped walking and I quickly walked around him to stand before him. He had an indifferent gaze as he looked down at him and my heart skipped a bit in fear. Fear of what? "I'm sorry, I didn't choose to support you."

"I told you to remain silent and we agreed that you would," his voice was tinged with a mix of betrayal and confusion.

Well, I did not agree to remain silent, he instructed me to do it. I wanted to tell him that but whatever. It wasn't like it would make him forgive me. So I said instead, "I'm sorry. It's just that I promised Doris first, you know, she asked me to watch Mark's back and I promised him that I would."

"And when is that?" He asked irritably.

"The time we went to the hospital together."

He didn't say anything for a while, he just regarded me until I was starting to think there was something on my face. And I had to toy with my fingers to keep my hands busy. I wanted to pull him to me and kiss him and tell him that he didn't need to bother himself with anything but I'm pretty sure he'd push me away if I tried to touch him or go closer to him.

and I had to swallow to stop the rom

My heart squeezed in my chest at the way he looked at me falling. The tenderness in his eyes when he looked down at me, the warmth...they weren't there.

"Lucas?" I whispered.

As he continued to give me that long look, something that I couldn't quite decipher flashed in his eyes, then it was gone as soon as it came. Then he smiled and my heart broke even more because the smile didn't reach his eyes; his eyes didn't twinkle like they usually do. The smile was bland and I wished I could just wipe it off his face.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

"It's okay, Syd." He shrugged nonchalantly, "Maybe this is the helplessness in the business world." His smile twitched and he added, "I often wonder though, if our childhood memories can ever match your marriage with Mark."

"What?" My brows creased in confusion. When did we migrate from business to childhood memories and marriage?

*Even before now, you always seemed so concerned about Mark. You claim that the divorce was what you wanted, yet you kept tabs on the man who made your marriage life miserable."

I felt the V on my forehead deepened, "I never kept tabs on Mark. I don't keep tabs on -"

"Maybe, we should take a break."

My heart skipped a beat and my words froze in my mouth. Now where's that coming from?

I tried to calm my fast beating heart. He said maybe, so it was still negotiable.

"Why would we do that?"

He shrugged and opened his mouth to speak but I interrupted him. "You don't love me anymore, is that it? The love you always proclaim you have for me us gone so now you want to break up with me?" He gave me another look then smiled again. I swear I wanted to slap that smile off his face. "Sydney, Mark wants me back to Italy, maybe this is a good opportunity for us to think about this question."

I took a step back and looked at him. I mean I seriously looked at him. I was so shocked by his words that everything flew out of my head.

"Mark wants you, I finally blurted out. "Tell me Lucas, when did Mark start telling you what he wants you to do and when did you start listening to him?" Because all of these weren't making any sense. "Okay. I have to go back to Italy."

I looked at him incredulously. "Why?"

"Because I want to?"

"Lucas," I hated that my voice quivered but I went on anyway, "Are you saying that you're going back to Italy alone?"

I remembered the countless times he had asked me to come with him whenever he was going back. I

had always told him to give me time. Eventually, he promised to take me to Italy to see where he lived all these years that we weren't together, and now he wanted to go back alone.