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.

and headed for the door. “I’ll get it. I think lunch

to the sofa with carrier bags loaded with containers

what kind of dishes he ordered for lunch, though she had to

next to her,

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

“These dishes—”

sentence for her like he had read her mind. Then, he thought of something else and added, “Just to reassure you, I never

skeptical Sonia raised a brow. “Funnily

with her diet after she woke 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

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

concerned, you have the exclusive privilege and that has never changed. It’s just that I used to view Tina as you, which was why I ordered the mangos

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

would have said. He looked down with a self-effacing smile. “If I told you I was hypnotized, which

hypnotize a man as powerful as you, President Fuller?” She countered sarcastically. Hypnotized? This

he 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.

to happen, so he forcefully dismissed the idea. He still harbored hope for

was oblivious to his thoughts, Sonia quietly

hand as he slightly leaned forward to watch her eat. Seeing

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.

of this made her lift her arm and use her sleeve to dab at the tears, which threatened to roll down from

to hear a single rustle from Toby’s end. She put down her utensils and asked, “Aren’t