Chapter 115 Good Enough

• Emmett narrowed his gaze at Savannah, whose body looked tiny underneath his shirt that was oversized for her. “I don't get what you're trying to say. Whatever it is, I don't care what you think or feel, as long as you're physically functioning.”
• Savannah could feel another wave of threatening aura radiating off him. Her fingers clenched tightly around her cup as she took a huge gulp of tea.
• She was expecting him to pounce on her again. But to her surprise, the next minute passed in silence. She shot an anxious glance at him and noticed the weary look on his face. “You really want a divorce that much?” he asked in a leisurely tone.