Billionaire's Match

Chapter 232 "I don't want to eat this." Trey's voice was hoarse as he glanced at the tray, completely uninterested. "I want porridge." Whenever he fell ill, Khloe would personally cook porridge for him. Her porridge was always nutritious and delicious, with a variety of flavors-some sweet, some light and fresh-never the same twice. Even for someone like him, who normally disliked porridge and bland food, it was satisfying and something he looked forward to. "I thought you didn't like porridge. I asked the kitchen to specially prepare these dishes for you.

Just try a little," Angela said, her tone softening slightly, thinking he was sulking at her. "I said I have no appetite." Trey didn't even glance at the tray. He stood, changed clothes, and prepared to leave. "Where are you going?" Seeing him grab his coat and car keys, Angela immediately blocked the doorway. "I'm going to the office. There are still a lot of things I need to handle today." "You're not feeling well. You can go tomorrow; it won't make a difference." "I'm fine." Trey strode toward the door. Angela couldn't stop him, and just then, Pete ran out.

glance. "Daddy!" Pete clutched Trey's leg, his small voice trembling with pleading. "Daddy, I'll be good from now on! I'll listen! Please don't go!" Yesterday, Pete had been scolded and was still sulking, but seeing his father leave triggered his instinct to hold him back.

"Trey, do you really not want to live with me anymore? You've never been this cold before. Is it only what you can't have that's worth wanting?" Angela's emotions overwhelmed her. Ignoring the servants' gaze, she shouted behind him, her eyes welling with tears and resentment. "Trey."

you had a headache. Are you feeling better?" "I'm fine now," Trey said, lowering his head. "There's work at the office I need to catch up