I was almost overwhelmed by the strong smell of alcohol on Gavin.


    "Gavin, let go of me!"


    "No!" He tightened his hold on me, his face filled with sadness. "Grace, how long will you keep making a scene?"


    "Gavin, stop acting like this!" Iughed bitterly in frustration and struggled harder, but his strength was terrifying, and I couldn''t break free.


    "Grace, you weren''t like this before." His heated lips brushed my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "When I was drunk in the past, you''d always make me a bowl of bone broth no matter howte."


    "As you said, it''s in the past." I struggled harder. "Gavin, let go of me! Let go! We''re about to get a divorce!"


    But his arm around my waist was like a hot iron, holding me tight, and I couldn''t escape.


    "Don''t move. I just want to hold you." His voice was rough and husky.


    Unable to free myself, I was about to scream for help, hoping the neighbors woulde. But just then, I felt his face slowly slide down my neck, and the arms that were holding me loosened.


    I instinctively pushed back, and without support, Gavin copsed like a heap of mud, hisrge body blocking the door so that I couldn''t even close it.


    I took a deep breath, forcing myself to suppress the nausea that had been


    triggered by the strong scent of alcohol on him. Just as I was about to call Caleb


    toe pick him up, the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.


    Frowning, I pulled the phone out of his pocket and saw that the caller ID read "Mandy." A cold smile tugged at the corner of my mouth-she sure is keeping an eye on things!


    "Gavin, I''ve made you some bone broth. Where are you? I''ll bring it over."


    As soon as I answered, her voice came through the phone.


    How considerate of her.


    I couldn''t help but sneer. "Gavin''s here with me. Come get him now."


    "Grace?" Mandy''s voice rose an octave. "Why is Gavin there with you? Didn''t you say you were going to divorce him? Why are you still clinging to him like this?"


    "You know we''re ''about to get a divorce,'' so who are you to ask me that?"


    Mandy froze for a moment but then suddenly became defensive. "I''m Gavin''s friend. What''s wrong with asking? Grace, are you ying hard to get? You don''t really want to divorce, do you?"


    I didn''t want to listen to her nonsense anymore, so I coldly interrupted, "I''ll give you half an hour. If you don''te get him within that time, I''ll send him to the homeless shelter!"


    "Grace, you''re too cruel! You..."


    Before she could finish, I hung up.


    Less than half an hourter, Mandy rushed over in a hurry. She must have been in such a rush to leave that she hadn''t even bothered with makeup, and she wore a pair ofrge sses, making me wonder if she could even see the road.


    When I saw her assistant helping Gavin and clearing the way, I finally walked toward the entrance.


    "Grace, stop clinging to Gavin since you''re getting a divorce. You-—"


    I mmed the door shut with a bang, cutting off her nagging voice.


    The situation with Gavin and Mandy left me in a bad mood. I had nned to review the lines and get ready for the recording studio the next day, but just thinking about voicing her annoying face made me lose all motivation. I shoved my tablet into my bag.


    It was time to sleep.


    ...


    After breakfast, I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs to work the following day.


    But as soon as I reached the ground floor, I heard a familiar,zy, maic voice. "Morning, Grace."


    "Tom?" I turned, surprised. "What are you doing here?"