Chapter 105

Upon hearing this, Mercer stepped forward and grabbed Calla's chin. "I thought you'd be happy to see me."

"I'm not unhappy," Calla replied as she lowered her eyes, unable to meet his gaze.

They were about to divorce, and he was set to marry another woman. How could she be happy?

"You can't fool me. You're not happy," Mercer insisted stubbornly.

Growing impatient, Calla jostled his hand away from her chin.

A trace of disgust was evident in her eyes. How could she not be repulsed? His heart and soul belonged to another woman. Why did he have to touch her like this?

Her expression angered Mercer, and his voice rose sharply. "I flew over ten hours overnight to rush back, just because I was worried about you. Why do you have to treat me like this?"

Mercer's deep eyes gazed at Calla with a hint of hurt.

She looked up, oblivious to his emotions, and instead, her voice grew agitated. "You've been enduring hours of arduous flights and a week of rushing around to finish your work. It'