The Man She Wouldn’t Touch Is Never Coming Back Chapter 10

Silas had not expected to be seen through so easily. His expression stiffened. “That’s not it. I

only…”

“Only what?” Kian let out a cold laugh. “Only to tell me how much she loves you, and how

ridiculous I am?”

Silas’s composure finally cracked. “Mr. Voss, you have misunderstood.”

“I have not misunderstood.” Kian stood, looking down at him. “I am filing for divorce not because

you and Iris still cling to one another, but because I have my own mental aversion.”

I cannot bear to have a wife who carries another man in her heart.

“So I choose to let her go, and to let myself go as well.”

He turned to leave, but Silas hurried after him and grabbed his wrist. “Mr. Voss, let me explain…”

Kian wrenched his arm free, his tone icy. “There is no need.”

He raised his hand to hail a cab, when an out-of-control sedan careened straight toward them.

In that split second, Kian caught sight of a familiar figure surging forward.

Iris hauled Silas back and shielded him against her body. Kian threw himself sideways in the final

instant to dodge, yet the car clipped him. He crashed to the pavement, his arm and knee scraped raw, blood seeping from the wounds.

He gasped against the sharp pain. When he lifted his head, he saw Iris holding Silas tightly, her eyes wild with alarm as she checked him for harm.

“Silas, are you hurt?” Her voice rang with a panic Kian had never heard from her.

Silas paled and shook his head. “I’m all right…”

Iris exhaled in relief, then turned toward Kian.

He pushed himself shakily upright from the asphalt, blood dripping from his fingertips.

She knit her brows, as if she might say something, yet all she asked, cool and distant, was, all right?”

“Are you