Our Anniversary, You Chose Her – I Chose Divorce novel Chapter 690

Chapter 690: Chapter 690: Fulfilling Her Request

Iris Yates...

She turned her head away, refusing to look at him, her expression growing more annoyed.

The thought of the conditions she had agreed to only made her more irritated.

She gripped the railing and stared at the endless horizon, her eyes filling with a sense of melancholy and sorrow.

She had cried for a while, venting her grief and sorrow. Now, all that was left was a hollow feeling in her chest.

’I hope when Chloe and the others see my message, they’ll worry a little less.’

’I’m okay. I’m doing fine.’

’It’s just... not the life I wanted.’

At dusk, the sun sank in the west, casting a golden glow across the sea. Glittering flecks of light danced on the gentle waves, creating a spectacular and magnificent scene.

Iris Yates watched, her gaze lost in the beautiful scene.

’Is this what a sunset at sea looks like?’

’It’s truly beautiful!’

Suddenly, a tall, warm body pressed against her from behind. William Quinn completely enveloped her, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Isn’t it beautiful?" he murmured.

Iris Yates ignored him.

But William Quinn was relentless. When she didn’t answer, he started nuzzling against her.

"Baby, isn’t it?"

"Baby."

"Baby..."

Utterly annoyed, Iris Yates shoved him away. With a cold expression, she said, "It’s nothing special."

Then, she turned and walked toward the cabin.

William Quinn’s arms were suddenly empty. He frowned, hating the feeling of things being out of his control.

He immediately followed and swept her up into his arms. As he felt her soft body settle in his embrace, the displeasure that had been nagging at him finally faded.

Iris Yates cried out in alarm, "What are you doing? Put me down! I can walk on my own!"

"But I just want to hold my baby," William Quinn said, kissing her forehead, his voice exceptionally gentle.

"Take the candles away."

William Quinn said in a grim voice.

"Heh. So you’re afraid of death after all," Iris Yates mocked mercilessly.

But William Quinn simply said, "I don’t want *you* to die."

His blue eyes stared at her, tracing every feature as if trying to sear her image into his very mind.

Iris Yates averted her gaze, picked up her wine, and took a sip. Then, right in front of him, she spat it out. "BLECH! What is this stuff? It’s disgusting."

William Quinn stopped swirling the wine in his glass. "Then what would my baby like to drink?" he asked.

"I want milk tea."

Iris Yates set down her wine glass. ’Since he’s asking, I won’t be polite.’

’He’s been tormenting me for so long. It’s my turn to give him a little trouble.’

"Alright. I’ll have someone make it." William Quinn smiled. He was thrilled that she was actually asking for something!