If he doesn't want a divorce, no one can force him.
Hearing him say this, Summer Shawcross nodded in agreement.
"That's right, then you should leave."
He was absolutely right; she really couldn't force him to sign, nor stop him from going to Rovena.
Seeing her sudden change in attitude, Noah Drexler furrowed his brows, then promptly picked up the divorce agreement from the table, handed it to Sean Morgan, and instructed.
"Take it away and burn it."
Sean nodded, hurriedly taking the document and then glanced at Summer and Noah, hesitating to speak.
"Boss, it's almost time..."
"You go ahead, don't worry about me," Summer waved her hand, suddenly saying to him.
Noah Drexler pursed his thin lips, stood up from the sofa, yet still looked down at the woman beside him, his handsome face marked by a relentless unease.
Just as he tightly pressed his lips, wanting to say something more to her, Summer suddenly pulled out a fruit knife from beneath the sofa pillow.
