I didn't answer him, but pointed at the scarf. "It looks very nice, did Emilia knit it?"

I had seen this scarf in my previous life as well, but it appeared much later. Tristan told me that it was hand-woven by Emilia for Frederic.

Frederic treasured the scarf as if it were the most expensive luxury item in the world.

He raised an eyebrow, seemingly agreeing, waiting for me to continue speaking.

"It looks warm, can I borrow it for a moment?" Without hesitation, I reached up to take off his scarf. I thought he would refuse, but to my surprise, he slightly bent down, cooperating with my action.

As he bent down, the distance between us became very close. I slowed down my movements and gazed at his face, finding it truly hard to imagine that I had loved this person for ten years and now I really had to let go.

Frederic's gaze gradually changed as he looked at me, seemingly with a hint of curiosity. He asked, "Do you still wear it?"

I then sped up and quickly pulled off the scarf, and haphazardly wrapped it around my neck. Perhaps due to the magic of love, this scarf was indeed very warm.

"If Emilia finds out, she will be angry," I said, deliberately rubbing my chin against the scarf. "She has finally softened her attitude towards you a little, don't ruin it."

"She wasn't that petty," Frederic replied casually. It was as if Emilia, in his mind, was the woman who trusted him the most and understood him the best.

I sighed, wishing I could play the recording for Frederic right now. Then I would tell him that Ruben also went to the hospital this morning to visit me, which was the information Emilia revealed.

But nearing divorce, I didn't need to do this. It would only prolong the process of divorce and the recording wouldn't achieve the best result.

The scarf around my neck seemed to be slowly sprouting thorns, which made me very uncomfortable. I took it off and handed it back to Frederic, saying, "Thank you, I've worn it enough."

After I finished speaking, I turned around and Frederic followed me, carrying a scarf.

Unlike the freezing cold outside, it was very warm inside the house. Even when I walked barefoot on the floor, I didn't feel cold. I took off my coat and threw it aside, and Frederic did the same.

"Did the divorce agreement arrive?" I sat on the couch, holding a hot coffee, calmly looking at Frederic across from me.

"No." Frederic's answer caught me off guard.

"Why isn't it done yet?" I was a bit frustrated. "I don't want a penny, there's no need to divide the assets, shouldn't it be simple?"

Frederic frowned. "Were you so eager to get divorced?"

This sounds familiar!

In my previous life, I also excitedly interrogated Frederic about this sentence. The answer I received was that he wanted to give Emilia a legitimate identity, rather than being a mistress that couldn't be seen in public.

I was somewhat bewildered. It was as if certain scenes from two different eras overlapped, with even the identities of the main characters being swapped.

"Why not get divorced?" I snapped back to reality, my previously excited emotions calming down. "We've been in a nominal marriage for five years, isn't that enough? Now you have someone you truly love. Isn't it okay for me to start letting go of the past too?"

"Frederic, what happened to you? What are you hesitating about? Are you really reluctant to give up the benefits of my family?"

My questioning made Frederic's expression change dramatically. I saw his hand slowly clenching, and the veins on the back of his hand protruding due to the force.

Certain speculation in my heart grew stronger and stronger, compelling me to speak up. "Could it be... that you have fallen in love with me?"

"Sylvia Scott!" Frederic's voice was filled with impatience. "Don't think too highly of yourself!"

I was speechless. The emotions and feelings that were gradually rising in my heart were instantly crushed. It seemed like I had really overestimated myself. How could I accomplish in just a few months what I couldn't in ten years of my previous life?