Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again

Boss Your Wife’s Asking for A Divorce Again Chapter 828 A Heartwarming Dinner

Toby hummed in response as he buttoned up his jacket and said, “Let’s go.”

Sonia took a step forward, but perhaps she was hungry and still groggy from her nap because she wobbled on her feet. She had only just tried to walk when her legs caved under her weight, and she toppled forward like a house of cards.

At the sight of this, Toby’s expression froze. He didn’t bother with the last two buttons on his suit jacket as he reached out to grab Sonia’s arm, then pulled her forcefully upward and into his embrace.

The next second, Sonia found herself pressed against his sturdy chest, and she appeared to be in a daze. The fact that she had nearly fallen clearly scared her.

Toby held onto her gently. He had one arm around her waist and a hand patting her back softly as he asked anxiously, “Are you okay?”

She nodded feebly. “I’m fine.”

“What happened just now?” he asked as he gripped her shoulders and put some distance between them so he could look at her.

She let out a slow breath. Having regained composure, she replied calmly, “I was hungry, and I guess all my strength drained out of me because one moment I was standing and the next I was swaying. You saw what happened after that.”

Upon hearing her explanation, Toby nodded, then glanced down at her feet. “Did you sprain your ankle?”

She was wearing heels, and she could have sprained her ankle from a stumble like the one earlier. While he didn’t hear the sound of popping bones that usually accompanied a sprain, he wasn’t taking any chances.

“No,” Sonia answered with a smile. She shook her head good-naturedly when she saw how anxious he looked and added, “My ankles are perfectly fine. I promise.” As she said this, she made it a point to turn her ankle this way and that. When she was done with the right ankle, she proceeded to do the same with the left, and at last, she stood still.

Toby was no longer as worried when he saw that she was unhurt. Nodding slightly, he said, “Alright then. Come on, let’s get back to the apartment. You’re hungry, aren’t you?”

“I am,” she replied.

around her waist and

did when they were glued at the hips. However, seeing as he

have to hobble around for long

set her purse down and grabbed the apron from the living room, then pulled it over herself as she made her way into the

don’t have to

did not insist on making dinner and handed him the apron instead as she conceded,

took the apron, then gave her a gentle stroke on the head before he headed

into the living room. She sat down on the couch and watched some television while waiting for the man in the kitchen

Sonia was waiting for him patiently when her phone suddenly

show on pause and set the remote control down, then picked up her

the atelier,” a woman’s voice

This is a rather late hour for you to be calling. Is there something

you that the evening dress you ordered has already been shipped over from Milan. May I know when you would be free to drop by for a fitting so

remembered, she gave an embarrassed laugh. “I nearly forgot

had received the invitation from the mall the other day, she asked Daphne to place an order for an evening dress for her. Some time had passed since then, long enough for her to push this matter to the back of her mind, where it would have inevitably dwelled forever

polite laugh, “Well, in that case, Miss Reed, we’ll see you tomorrow at

in response.

call ended, she put

savory scent came up from behind her. She turned around to see Toby bringing a tray out from the kitchen, and on it

put the tray on the coffee table in front of her. She peered at the familiar coloring of the soup-like substance in the bowls.

carrots, and other vegetables peeking out. She could even see the slices of beetroot that had given the soup its distinct auburn-ish coloring. On top of the soup was a dollop of sour cream garnished with dill. The savory scent she had picked up on earlier

stared at the

make anything fancy. Borscht happened to be the quickest dish I could think of