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Chapter 10 Confrontation

"Mr. lawyer," he called the guy. He looked around. - Where is Defne now?

Kerem looked him up and down, kept his gaze for a second on the ring finger of his left hand, and answered.

"If Defne wanted you to know this information, she would have informed you herself."

Without saying goodbye, he left the office.

Omer stood by like a pillar and looked in front of him with an unseeing gaze. Then he jumped from his seat and hurriedly crossed the office. He slammed the door behind him and turned to the startled Derya:

"Tell Sinan that I cannot attend the meeting." Let them hold it without me.

- Mr. Omer, are you leaving? - the secretary stared.

- Yes! Omer barked and went out into the corridor. He saw the lawyer, hiding his phone in his pocket and entering the elevator and hurried after him. But a puffy hand emerging from a side branch of the corridor that led to Korai's office blocked his path.

- Wait! The photographer's capricious voice was heard.

"Koray, I'm in a hurry," Omer muttered through his teeth, but his rudeness did not hurt him at all.

- I know that you are in a hurry and I know where. This jerk with legs like sticks now spoke on the phone with your skinny girl.

"Did you eavesdrop?" - Omer's eyes clung to his pampered face.

"Yeah," Koray admitted, making an innocent grimace, and lowered his eyes modestly.

- And-and-and? Omer urged him impatiently.

"First, promise that you will forgive me for being silent about the rental," he demanded whiningly.

Omer was ready to agree to anything to find out at least some information about Defnе.

- Good, I forgive you. Speak!

Koray clapped his hands.

- My dear Omush! Prince of brunettes, gorgeous hair ...

- Koray !!! Omer interrupted impatiently.

The photographer again capriciously pouted his lips and put forward a new demand:

- And you'll forgive Nero!

Omer had an irresistible desire to strangle this oversized blockhead, but he gritted his teeth and promised:

- I will forgive her!

Koray instantly issued information:

- The man agreed with the skinny woman in fifteen minutes to meet in a cafe around the corner. Where such strawberry cakes are served ... - the look of the eternal starving man became dreamy.

- Name !!! Growled Omer.

- "Rose jam" blurted Koray and Omer, not uttering another word, ran to the elevator.

Barely turned around the corner he saw her. Defne sat at a table on the café's open terrace and slowly stirred a spoon in a cup of tea. Her beautiful hair was mercilessly gathered at the back of her head and it seemed that her features were sharpened. She looked distant and sad. The lawyer was sitting opposite and was intently explaining something to her. Defne listened carefully and nodded her head occasionally. Omer stopped. He stepped back into the shade of wild grapes wrapping around the cafe wall and leaned his shoulder against its sun-heated, rough vine.

Defne didn't understand anything. Omer didn't sign the divorce papers. Why? What does he want to prove with his stubbornness? His male superiority? That only he has the right to make such decisions? Or simply doesn't want gossip and the close attention of others? But she doesn't care about these reasons. She made a decision and will not step back from it.