The Man Who Never Looked Away novel Chapter 67

The moment he opened the front door, Garnett let out a quiet sigh of relief.

He was finally home.

The furniture hadn't moved an inch; everything was exactly as it used to be. The underlying sense of unease that had plagued him lately seemed to vanish into thin air.

As Lavinia headed to her room to change, Garnett called out, "Lavinia, we need to have a real talk."

She pursed her lips, having absolutely no desire to talk to him.

He looked at her. When she was with him, the light in her eyes seemed to get sucked into a black hole.

Garnett's fingers twitched. He pulled out a chair, gesturing for her to sit.

"You quit your job?" he asked.

Lavinia froze, slightly annoyed.

She had submitted her resignation to Duncan that morning.

Truth be told, Duncan hadn't wanted her to leave. He knew she was the real reason behind the Jensen family's massive order and was extremely grateful, practically begging her to stay.

But after thinking it over, Lavinia decided to walk away anyway.

He looked at her, suddenly filled with a rare surge of patience, and said gently, "That job wasn't right for you anyway. It's for the best."

He paused. "I shouldn't have humiliated you in public like that the other day. It won't happen again."

Lavinia stayed silent.

Garnett's heart sank slightly. Just an hour ago on stage, she had been so eloquent and articulate, but the moment she was in front of him, she completely shut down.

He had no choice but to keep going. "Those three ground rules you brought up last time... I want to renegotiate the terms of our agreement."

Lavinia finally looked at him. "What? What agreement?"

Garnett had already figured it out on the drive back. "First, I will come home every day. Unless I have a business dinner, I'll be here to eat with you."

Lavinia stared at him. He was coming home? Why? Was he finally bored of Sigrid?

Garnett couldn't read her expression. Aside from surprise, she almost looked... disappointed.

Pushing down his irritation, he continued, "Second, from now on, I will handle all your affairs personally. I won't delegate them to anyone else."

Lavinia kept her lips tightly sealed.

Garnett decided to lay it all out. "Third—"

He suddenly cut himself off.

She watched his face darken but pressed on. "I know you don't want to lose face. But substance is more important than keeping up appearances. The sooner we divorce, the sooner we're both free. You can go find a Mrs. Harper who actually suits your lifestyle."

She stood up to head to her bedroom. Garnett stopped her. "Lavinia."

"What?"

"I haven't touched her." He looked her dead in the eye.

Lavinia paused.

When he said 'haven't touched her,' he probably meant they hadn't slept together.

But he had held her hand. He had embraced her—right in front of Lavinia's face.

And that birth control pill she found under the master bed already proved everything.

Why would he tell such a blatant lie?

She looked at him and said with absolute seriousness, "That's not good enough."

Garnett frowned. "What do you mean?"

"My husband has to be one hundred percent mine," she said, emphasizing every word. "Whether you slept with her, held her, or just keep her in your heart—if there's another woman, it's not one hundred percent."