Especially with that smile at the corner of her lips. Dazzling enough to be unforgettable.
His gaze darkened, and he looked away.
After they went downstairs, she said calmly that they shouldn't have married three years ago.
Miles studied her. Her tone was even, her eyes steady. She wasn't lying.
So she genuinely wanted a divorce?
Sensing his gaze, Molly met it without flinching—no longer blushing shyly as she once had.
Mrs. Vance clearly adored her, clasping her hands tightly. "After you divorce this foolish son of mine, just be my daughter instead. Your family's kindness—I haven't forgotten."
Mr. Vance agreed with the suggestion and asked what Molly wanted from the divorce settlement.
Molly hadn't expected things to go this way. Before she could find words for this awkward situation, her assistant called about an urgent matter at the company.
"Mom, Dad—there's an issue at the factory. I need to go handle it."
The factory?
"Isn't that out in the suburbs?" A two-hour drive, at least.
"Molly didn't bring her driver. You're her brother now—go with her." Mrs. Vance directed the last part at Miles.