CHAPTER 167: CHAPTER 167: MADE TOO MUCH

Sienna Monroe was stunned for a moment: [Awake.]

On the other end, a simple "Good" came through, with no further words.

It was just that, as she was opening a new box, about two or three minutes later, the elevator suddenly dinged, and the doors slid open from both sides.

A handsome figure unexpectedly entered her astonished almond-shaped eyes.

Sebastian Prescott took a stride forward, walked out of the elevator, and just like yesterday, the two stood apart, gazing at each other over the boxes.

What was different, Sienna was sitting cross-legged on the floor.

She was somewhat dazed, staring at his well-defined, handsome face, seemingly trying to match him with the blurred face in her dreams.

However, she was not successful.

Gathering her thoughts, she quickly stood up and greeted, "Good morning."

Sebastian nodded in response with a simple "Morning," then took a few steps closer to her.

"Have you had breakfast?"

"Not yet." She was planning to tidy up this box, then head to the art gallery for a bite to eat afterward.

"I made too much this morning."

Upon hearing this, Sebastian handed her a glass airtight container.

Sienna was slightly taken aback.

Made too much? Such a coincidence?

She moved her lips but didn’t awkwardly refuse. She smiled as she accepted it, "Thank you. You... come in and sit for a while."

Although the house was still a mess, it wouldn’t do to stand like yesterday, talking over a pile of things.

Sebastian stepped inside and spoke of business, "I drafted a divorce agreement last night. Have a look later to see if there are any issues. But first, let’s have breakfast."

"Okay."

She only lightly responded.

Following him into the living room, she didn’t move the breakfast to the dining room.

She let him sit first and went into the kitchen. At a glance, aside from pots, pans, and seasonings bought last time, there were no extra ingredients.

There wasn’t even any drinks or coffee, just a few bottles of mineral water.

After some thought, she boiled some water, poured two cups out, and sat on the carpet, opening the glass container.

Inside were four mini ham and egg sandwiches, a seaweed shrimp cake, two cherry tomatoes, and three blueberries.

It was just the right amount for one person, neatly arranged, with appealing color coordination, making it look appetizing.

She couldn’t help but think, how could the usually aloof and enigmatic Lawyer Prescott be so homely and skillful?

In the end, one sandwich remained. She was a bit full, but given it was someone else’s thoughtful gesture, it wouldn’t be good to waste it.

Just as she was about to eat it, a low, cold voice, like a spring breeze from a mountain ridge, slowly reached her ears.

"If you can’t finish it, don’t force yourself."

Sienna was startled, raised her eyes again, and unexpectedly locked gazes with a pair of profound, narrow phoenix eyes.

She moved her lips slightly, but didn’t force herself further, nodding as she said, "Okay," and got up intending to wash the container in the kitchen.

However, as she reached for it, Sebastian pressed it down.

He pulled out a document and handed it to her, "No rush. Take a look at this first."

Sienna nodded and sat back down, leafing through the divorce agreement.

It was very standard, each clause clear and lucid.

She and Caleb Sinclair had no children, which saved them one of the most troublesome matters.

In terms of property division, apart from pre-marital agreements regarding ownership between her and Caleb Sinclair, about ninety percent of the shared marital assets would belong to Sienna.

Roughly speaking, it could be considered leaving with nothing.

Sienna had no objections to this agreement, but Caleb might not agree.

"Are there any issues?" Sebastian asked at the right moment when he saw she had finished reading.

Sienna shook her head, "No, it’s quite good."

Sebastian nodded, "Then print two more copies of this version. The divorce agreement should be in triplicate."

One copy for each of the parties and one for the marriage registration department’s records.

Of course, this was when both sides voluntarily signed the divorce agreement without going to court.

But Sienna and Caleb’s marriage might not be that easy to dissolve.

"Hmm."

Having finished discussing business and eaten breakfast, there was no reason for Sebastian to linger. He took the container, stood up, and said, "I’ll get going now. Message me on WeChat if you need anything."

Sienna instinctively tried to take the container, "Let me wash the container, and you can..."

"Don’t trouble yourself."

As her hand reached over, Sebastian deftly avoided it, then picked up his coat and briefcase from the sofa, "You’re busy."

With that, he lifted his leg and walked towards the door.