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 helped

that he would let her go so that they didn’t have to hobble, as two so often did when they were glued at

hobble around for long before they reached

then pulled it over

when Toby grabbed her arm and said, “You don’t have to cook tonight. It’s late, and you’re so famished you can barely

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

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

hair and let out an amused laugh, then turned to walk into the living room. She sat down on the couch and watched some television while waiting for the man in the kitchen to serve

Toby was still making dinner, and Sonia was waiting

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

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

late hour for you to be calling. Is there something I can

actually 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 to drop by for a

her head with her palm when she heard the woman’s explanation. Now that she remembered, she

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 had it not been for the

“Well, in that case, Miss

in response.

she

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

vantage point, she couldn’t see what was in the bowls until Toby bent 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 bowls. Is that

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

her face as she stared at the two bowls

her a spoon and said, “Well, you 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