Mr. Billionaire Boundless Love

Chapter 2: Mentally Burden To Him



After she finished her words, she handed back the agreement to Matthew and continued. “But we barely even know each other. Why would I want anything from him? Tell him I said thanks, but I don’t need any compensation.”

Lawyer Matthew frowned with surprise. “Think about it before you decide. As far as I know, you are in a good financial state, but compared with what Mr. Denovan is offering you, it’s a drop in the bucket. This money could change your life.”

Matthew had come across many divorces as a lawyer, and even those with deep pockets would fight ferociously for their property. How could this woman be so indifferent towards a large amount of money offered to her? Her attitude made him respect her more.

Selene smiled with a sigh and explained. “Our marriage was different than what you think.” Realizing it absurd to explain her abnormal marriage with a stranger, she tried to end the conversation. “Anyway, I appreciate Mr. Denovan’s compensation, but I don’t need it. And I sincerely wish him happiness, and I hope he will find his soulmate.”

Her words came out drenched in irony.

Matthew shook his head and put back the agreement. “I will let Mr. Denovan know about your decision, and I will give him your message.”

They both said their goodbyes, and Selene walked away expressionlessly.

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Her pointless marriage had finally ended after a year.

Selene gave a deep sigh of relief and smiled. She then waved her hand to stop a cab.

Seeing Selene away, Matthew also smiled to himself. At that moment, a black car stopped by his side. The window lowered. He bent towards the car, recognizing the figure within. “Mr. Denovan.”

The man in the car asked emotionlessly. “What did she say?”

The man looked around 30 years of age and was very good-looking; his business suit fit him perfectly.

“Just like what I’ve told you before, the second time someone goes in for a divorce, the judge will usually grant it,” Matthew explained.

“Okay.” Clint’s face didn’t betray any emotion, but his voice showed some weariness.

Then Matthew took the agreement out from his business bag and handed it to Clint. “Selene didn’t sign it, and she said she doesn’t want the compensation.”

“What else did she say?” Clint balled the agreement and casually threw it on the floor of the pavement outside.

Lawyer Matthew smiled at Clint, then started explaining patiently. “She also wished you happiness and hopes that you will find someone better.”

Hearing this, Clint gazed blankly for a while, then sneered. “Thanks, Matthew. My assistant will pay you the rest of the fee.”

Matthew smiled with gratitude. “Honestly speaking, this is the easiest divorce case I’ve dealt with. For the ex-wife not to ask for a penny. If there are more cases like this, please let me know.”

Clint glanced at him and snorted. Without saying a word, he rolled up the window and drove away quickly.

Matthew resentfully touched his nose, thinking of Clint as strange. His joke hadn’t even earned him a smirk from the billionaire. Lacking a sense of humor, Matthew started to understand why Clint’s ex-wife had sought to divorce him twice in a single year.

Sitting in the backseat of the cab, Selene caught a glance of Matthew talking with a man in a car by the court gate in the rearview mirror. The car seemed familiar to her, but before she could read the license plate, the cab turned away.

Selene thought deeply and leaned back against the seat. “Maybe I’m overthinking this. Why would Clint be here? He doesn’t care about the divorce, so he wouldn’t come here himself.” Having this burden mentally removed, she felt relieved and covered her eyes with one hand, smiling.

The whole story of Selene’s marriage had started about one year ago, or perhaps even earlier.

Selene was born in a middle-class family in Houston, Texas, and their parents got divorced when she was young. Though her family was not rich by any means, they were financially secure.

Other than being deprived of motherly love at a young age, Selene’s life went very well. She loved fashion design while growing up, which was further intensified by her grandmother being a tailor. She also ended up majoring in fashion design in college.

When she was in junior high, she fell in love with her high school classmate, Joseph Geoffrey. The two had been in contact with each other after meeting on a train on their way to school that year. After meeting a few more times, a romantic relationship soon blossomed naturally.

Until now, she had wondered whether she had truly fallen in love with Joseph. To her, it seemed that she just followed the high school trend of getting into a relationship. Besides, Joseph seemed perfect; He was handsome and diligent, so she committed to it.

Selene and Joseph got along well with each other, and as they were in different colleges in the city, they did not meet each other every day. They just dated at weekends and phoned each other up during workdays. They were not very intimate, which was not uncommon for younger lovers like them.

Joseph had majored in finance. Being from a poor family, he could not rely on his family financially. In order to enter the financial field after graduation, Joseph had to try harder than others. As a student, Joseph worked much harder and lived a thrifty life.

At that time, Emily, Selene’s best friend, had told her that Joseph was full of ambition and would try to fulfill his goals rather than focus on love. Selene thought about it very carefully and then admitted that Joseph was just the kind of man Emily had said he was. Selene then pondered whether she would continue the romantic relationship with him or not.

Finally, she came up with a satisfactory answer to this.

As they aren’t born equal socioeconomically, so Joseph tried his best and made greater efforts to climb higher on the social ladder. She didn’t blame him.


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