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.

that, Toby put his arm around her waist and

kind of hoping that he would let her go so that they didn’t have to hobble, as two so often did when they were glued at the hips. However, seeing as he was so convinced

around for long

apron from the living room, then pulled it over herself as she made her way into the kitchen to get started on

through the kitchen doorway when Toby grabbed her arm and said, “You don’t have to cook tonight. It’s late,

handed him the apron instead as she conceded, “Very well, then. You get to have

took the apron, then gave

room. She sat down on the couch and watched

Toby was still making dinner, and Sonia was

TV show on pause and set the remote control down, then picked up her phone. After glancing at the caller ID, she put the call through and

We’re calling from the atelier,” a woman’s voice said pleasantly on the

“Yes, I know. This is a rather late hour for

calling to inform you that the evening dress you ordered has already been shipped over from Milan. May I know when you would be free

hit her head with her palm when she heard the woman’s explanation. Now that she remembered, she gave an embarrassed laugh. “I nearly forgot about that dress. I can come by the atelier tomorrow afternoon

for her. Some time had passed since then, long enough for her to push this matter to the

on the other line said with a polite laugh, “Well, in that case, Miss Reed,

in response.

call ended, she put her

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

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

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

the two bowls of soup and

were hungry, and I didn’t think I had time to make anything fancy. Borscht happened to be the quickest dish I could think of when I saw beetroot in the fridge. It’s