My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce novel Chapter 93

“Aren’t you going to wait for his answer?” Quennel asked, his voice cool and clear.

Hannah glanced at the man beside her. She had to admit, Quennel knew exactly how to twist the knife. And a part of her did want to hear what Lionel would say.

She turned back to Lionel, watching as the light in his dark eyes faded, replaced by a mixture of sorrow and barely suppressed anger.

“Are you enjoying this, Hannah?” he asked.

“Were you enjoying it when you came at me with baseless accusations?” she retorted. “Let’s not waste any more time.”

With that, she saw him turn and walk away. That was his answer.

Hannah let out a cold laugh and headed for the door.

“Quennel, thank you for coming to get me,” she said once they were in the car. She had messaged him when Lionel refused to open the doors, but she hadn’t received a reply. She thought he wasn’t coming, and the sight of his car waiting outside had almost brought her to tears with relief.

“I’m sorry, Hannah. I was in a meeting and didn’t see your message until later. You’re not mad, are you?”

Hannah shook her head. “Of course not. I can’t thank you enough.”

They arrived at the apartment building and rode the elevator up together. When Hannah saw Quennel press the button for the 26th floor, she realized he lived on the floor directly above her.

“If you don’t feel like cooking dinner some night, you can come up and eat with me,” he offered. “Or I can hire a housekeeper for you.”

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