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

Sonia ignored him and kept staring at team number three, wondering how much longer would the guy last.

Toby’s face fell, and his anger rose. That guy is uglier and weaker than I am. Why is she staring at him? He knew she wasn’t taking a liking to the guy, but still he felt frustrated. When Douglas counted to twenty, Toby stopped and said, his voice chilly, “Get down.”

Sonia wondered what got into him again, but she got down from his back anyway.

Toby stood up. Even though he just did twenty push-ups, he didn’t even break a sweat. Apparently, twenty push-ups were nothing to him. The guys in teams number one and three looked at him enviously. Look, that guy’s already done, but we still have to go on.

Sonia noticed their looks, and she chuckled, but suddenly, she felt someone taking her bottle of water from her hand. When she looked around and saw Toby gulping the water down, her jaw dropped.

He noticed her sight, so he put the bottle down. “What is it?”

Sonia looked at the bottle. “That’s my water.”

“But it’s unopened.” Toby put the cap back on the bottle calmly.

take mine. There’s a ton of water over there. You can just pick

want to

look exhausted to me. But it’s just a bottle of water. I can just get

and he felt happy again. Yeah, I did it on purpose. That’s what you get

of a sudden, Douglas called out to him from

do you say so?” “Because you look at her the same way my dad looks at my mom,” he answered. Toby pursed his lips. What kind of answer is that? Just because I look at her a particular way means

at her like I’m in love. “Alright, that’s too much for a kid. She’s my ex-wife. We’re divorced, so I’m not in any position to date her.” Toby put his hands in his pocket. Douglas snorted. “So? My aunt and uncle are divorced, but my uncle’s trying to get back with my aunt. I bet you’ll do the same thing too.

water in hand, Sonia was left behind, confused about the situation. “Mr. Toby!” Douglas pried Toby’s hand away and glared at him. “Why didn’t you let me finish?” Toby looked at him. “You’re still too young for this.” “But I’m not a normal kid. I—” “And

came here, he thought Sonia and Zane were going out with each other, but then he realized that

I like Aunt Sonia, so I’m helping Uncle Zane out.” Douglas raised

he held it down in the end, though his anger was almost

take place shortly. It was a three-legged race, though only the parents would be racing. They had to take the basketball at the finish line and walk all the way back to give it to the child. The child would then throw the ball into the net. The one who tossed it in first would take first place. The race would take place in the backyard. It was big enough, so the staff drew a race track

up to Sonia and Toby with two