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

with carrier bags loaded with containers of takeout, which he set

pick out the various aromas and immediately knew what kind of dishes he ordered for lunch, though she had to admit she was a

was next to her, and while

plate for her when he heard her speak. As he looked at

“These dishes—”

all your favorites,” he finished his sentence for her like he had read her mind. Then, he thought of something else and added,

brow. “Funnily enough, I

her. That said, I did get her the mango and all other mango dishes that they had on the menu. Sorry about that,” he elaborated in a gravelly

surely many around the world are fans of the tropical fruit. Besides, I don’t have the

has never changed. It’s just that I used to view Tina as you,

before she 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

a self-effacing smile. “If I told you I was hypnotized, which was why I couldn’t tell Tina was putting on an act all along, would you

hypnotize a man as powerful as you, President Fuller?”

could see the cynical look on her face and 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

but he knew that she would rather starve than to allow that to happen, so he forcefully dismissed the idea. He still harbored hope for their relationship and when things weren’t quite so frosty between them, perhaps he would obtain the green light

his thoughts, Sonia quietly dug into her

on his hand as he slightly leaned forward to watch her eat. Seeing her enjoy her meal—one

she was being transported to the memories of six years ago when he was

sleeve to dab at the tears,

had yet to hear a single rustle from Toby’s