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

Chapter 412 Bon Appétit

As though he sensed Sonia’s displeasure, Toby cleared his throat and lowered his gaze before lying through his teeth, “She mentioned something about an emergency at her company, and she’s probably outside taking their call now.”

“Oh.” Sonia lifted her chin in a half-hearted nod. “I see.” Fine then, I guess I shouldn’t be too hard on her if it really is about an emergency.

Now that he had successfully convinced her, he looked up and asked, “So, can I walk you over to the couch now?”

She pursed her lips and did not answer—it was her way of acceding.

He took her by the arm once more and helped her over to the sofa, whereupon he sat down and added, “By the way, it’s nearly noon and I’ve ordered lunch. Perhaps you’d like to join me for a meal?”

As proud as she was, she was about to refuse his offer when her stomach grumbled before she could even get her words out. Her hand fluttered over her stomach as blood rushed to her face. She stuttered in embarrassment, “I-I…”

Sonia couldn’t believe how her stomach had betrayed her by exposing her hunger. If I say no to him, he’ll take it personally. A tired sigh escaped her as she thought about this and lowered her pride. Then, she tucked her hair behind her ear as she replied lamely, “I guess I’ll take you up on your offer, President Fuller. Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me; it’s only a meal,” Toby countered with mild amusement, the corner of his lips curling into a triumphant smirk.

He’d like to think that she was accepting of him in the absence of an outward rejection and this thought cheered him up to no end.

To one side, Wanda was secretly cheering him on as well, but her enthusiasm was quickly replaced by disappointment when she saw that Sonia’s sullen expression did not mirror Toby’s excitement. She could tell that Sonia’s previous feelings of affection for the man were still kept under lock and key. Don’t despair, Young Master Toby! She’ll turn around in no time if you keep this up!

Soon, someone knocked on the door to the lounge, but as Wanda made to open it, he shot her a look that stopped her in her tracks.

She withdrew the step that she had taken and remembered that she was supposed to be ‘taking a call outside’. It meant she couldn’t possibly open the door.

the door. “I’ll get it. I think lunch

sofa with carrier bags loaded with containers of takeout, which he set up on

knew what kind of dishes he ordered for lunch, though she had to admit she was a little bewildered by

to her, and while her lips twitched,

heard her speak. As he looked at her, he clarified,

“These dishes—”

he had read her mind. Then, he thought of something else

brow. “Funnily

up from her coma, so I never ordered these for her. That said, I did get her the mango and all other mango dishes that they had on the menu. Sorry about that,” he

I’m the only one who loves mangos; surely many around the world are fans of the tropical fruit. Besides, I don’t have

but as far as I’m concerned, you have the exclusive privilege and that has never changed. It’s just that I used to view Tina as you, which

slowly asked, “I’ve been wondering for a while now—how did you even confuse Tina for me? I mean, I know that there are people who mistake others for someone whom they know, and it’s not

not continue, although Toby knew what she would have said. He looked down with a self-effacing smile.

to hypnotize a man as powerful as

suppressed a bitter laugh. Of course she wouldn’t believe me. “Okay, let’s just leave it at that. We should probably dig in, seeing as you’re hungry.” He carefully passed her the plate of food. “I took a bit of

to happen, so he forcefully dismissed the idea. He still harbored hope for their relationship and when things weren’t

his thoughts, Sonia quietly

on his hand as he slightly leaned forward

feel hot tears pricking her eyes. It made her feel as if she was being transported to the memories of six years ago when he was kind and had a gentle smile at all times. Could it be that Young Master Toby is slowly

use her sleeve to dab at the tears, which threatened to roll down

had yet to hear a single rustle from Toby’s end. She put