Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 34

But Lawrence thought she was just acting out of spite.

Suppressing his impatience, he said, "Willow is staying at the estate temporarily to keep Leo company and handle the philanthropy project. Don't throw another fit over this."

Wren's eyelashes fluttered slightly.

So Willow had already moved in.

That was fast.

A sharp sting pierced her chest.

Not because of the 'Mrs. Langford' title.

But because of Leo.

She had only been gone for a few days, yet that house had already cleared a space for Willow.

But Wren quickly shoved the pain down.

She looked up, her voice entirely flat.

"Understood."

Lawrence froze.

He had expected her to get angry, to interrogate him, or even to demand with red rimmed eyes why he always favored Willow.

But all she said was, 'Understood.'

It was too calm.

A calm that inexplicably filled him with agitation.

"That's your reaction?"

Wren looked at him. "You've already made your decision, haven't you?"

Lawrence's tone turned rigid. "I did it for Leo."

"Alright."

"Wren." Lawrence's face finally darkened completely. "Can you stop talking to me with that attitude?"

"Then what attitude should I use?"

Wren asked the question with absolute sincerity.

But it left Lawrence speechless.

She should act like she used to.

She should at least care, feel sad, explain herself, or ask him why.

Instead of acting like this—as if whatever he did had absolutely nothing to do with her anymore.

The thing Lawrence hated most was this total indifference.

He would rather Wren fight with him.

At least fighting meant she still cared.

But Wren didn't want to play this game anymore.

She said, "I have an early start tomorrow. Please head back, Mr. Langford."

Lawrence stared her down.

"I came all this way personally to pick you up, and you still refuse to come back?"

Wren replied softly, "I didn't ask you to come."

The moment those words dropped, the silence in the hallway became deafening.

Lawrence's expression grew colder by the second.

He had never been rejected by Wren like this.

In the past, the moment he was willing to take a single step toward her, she would immediately swallow all her grievances.

But now, he had come all the way to her front door, and she wouldn't even grant him entry.

"Have you thought this through?" Lawrence asked.

Wren nodded.

"I have."

Lawrence scoffed coldly.

"Fine."

He turned and headed toward the elevator.

After two steps, he stopped.

"You don't need to pick Leo up on Wednesday."

Wren's eyes finally flickered.

Lawrence looked at her, his voice unyielding.

"Since you're so tied up with work, focus on that. As for Leo, Willow is there for him."

Willow is there for him.

Those words were like a blunt knife, slowly slicing through Wren's chest.

Her fingers, gripping the door handle, tightened.

Lawrence saw it.

The suffocating sense of losing control finally eased a fraction.

He thought he had found her weak point.

Wren could act tough, she could refuse to come home, but there was no way she didn't care about Leo.

As long as he used the child to pressure her, she would eventually bow her head.

But the next second, Wren looked up.

Her eyes held none of the panic he had anticipated.

There was only profound disappointment.

"Lawrence."

She called his name softly.

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