Chapter 593:

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However, Wesley said very seriously, “First of all, I disagree with the divorce.”

Sandra frowned. “But we agreed on it before, and there is an agreement.”

“That doesn’t count,” Wesley explained. “I checked, and legally, it is not recognized.”

It turned out she had been deceived. After all, she was also a lawyer—how could she not know something so basic? Once it went to court, there was a certain legal effect to it.

“Next time you say something like this, can you please use your brain?” Wesley looked at her with a dumbfounded expression, his eyes filled with helplessness.

“I said, if it doesn’t have legal effect, then it doesn’t. Because I was still in a vegetative state back then, without legal capacity, the agreement is not valid.”

Sandra thought it was truly a good loophole.

“We have a normal husband-and-wife relationship. I do not agree to divorce now, and I will not agree in the future.”

Sandra took a step back, holding the flowers. “Wesley, you are being a bit unscrupulous now.”

Wesley nodded. “Yes. If I lose you, what’s the use of all that nonsense?”

Sandra was stunned.

“Sandra.”

Wesley rarely called her by her name directly.

“Everything I’m saying now is the sincere words I’ve been holding in my heart. My feelings toward you are not just a normal doctor-patient relationship or a simple alliance. I am very sure of my feelings. I like you. It’s the liking between a normal man and woman, between husband and wife. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Sandra was already stunned. Her heart was pounding furiously. She didn’t even know how to respond to this passionate confession.

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“I know that maybe you don’t like me as much, but after spending time together, I feel that you probably don’t dislike me.” There was a hint of sadness in Wesley’s expression, but his tone remained firm.

“So, why not give it a try with me? Give me another year. If after a year you still have no feelings for me, I will let you go. How about that?”

In the distance, fireworks bloomed. Sandra felt as if the fireworks were exploding right in front of her. Her entire mind was dazzled.

“Well then,” she thought.

She suddenly understood why she had begun to dislike Harry.

Actually, she didn’t dislike him. As long as Harry had nothing to do with Wesley, she would be kind and polite, for the sake of her master.

She smiled and raised her eyes to meet the man in front of her.

Wesley was one of the most handsome men she had ever met.

In fact, he might even be the most handsome. He fit her aesthetic preferences perfectly.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have agreed to a year-long commitment.

She never compromises on herself. After all, if she had to look at an unattractive face every day, she would go crazy.

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