Divorced but Delighted

Chapter 135 What Does Mrs. Trevino Want Me to Do?

When Cierra turned around, she saw the angular profile of Coby.

She nodded, and her eyes were full of worry. She subconsciously looked in the direction of William.

“Do you know?”

Coby followed Cierra’s gaze, and a faint smile appeared on his clear face.

“In fact, this matter has something to do with you.

He explained everything about the Barton family in detail to Cierra.

Not only did it involve a discussion of the past, but it also would be occasionally about things between her other brothers. There was even the matter of Fanny bringing Colton into the Barton family. So, when it was almost over, it was already late at night, and Cierra was extremely sleepy. After washing up, she fell asleep.

When she woke up the next day, she was still in a daze. She sat in the room for a while before she calmed down

As usual, she made breakfast herself. Unlike usual, she added another western-style breakfast this

time.

She toasted toast and put some cut fruit and yogurt together, then fried eggs and a glass of milk aside. The bourgeois exquisiteness was a little out of tune with the soybean milk and steamed dumplings next to it.

When William walked downstairs, Cierra had just arranged all the breakfast. When he saw everything on the table, he raised his eyebrows and looked a little surprised.

“Hey, Cici, what’s wrong with you today? You’ve changed your taste.”

Without hesitation, he began to eat.

As soon as Cierra came out of the kitchen, she saw William’s tie hanging on the back of the chair next to him, and he was already holding a knife and fork, starting to eat the bread that was not perfectly roasted.

She smiled and sat down in front of her crystal shrimp dumpling. “William, you’ve gone too far. You didn’t even ask who it was for. You only ate half of it.”

William squinted at her and asked, “Who else is here besides me?”

“Coby went for a run and will be back soon. He’s going back to the production team today. What if I prepared it for him?” Cierra said deliberately.

the table for him to eat. Even if it was

eat it? I haven’t said anything

made Cierra

was almost finished in the bowl, she said, “There’s toast in the toaster in the kitchen. If you don’t have enough, you can get some more. I don’t often make western-style breakfast, so I may not

anything else. It was as if

stopped picking up the milk and

did you get into trouble again? Tell me the truth. There’s no way to

out for too long.”

can I get

with you

You have caused so much

clicked his tongue as he spoke. He looked so

his face.

of the shrimp

For example, I can’t bear to part with you. When I think

to you.”

“Don’t do this.

up last

expressionlessly, wiped his mouth with

up.

sincere, you should make more of my favorite food in the next week. Don’t make fun of me. I need to go to

returning to Los Angeles with her, he was unwilling to say

a bit discouraged, but she also knew that the

money. How could he

worried. “William, have you had enough? There’s

his hand and left

was left alone at the dining

her face seemed to have disappeared along with William.

brief silence

devices. She planned to resolve the public opinion on the Internet in the morning so that she could go to work before L’Opera Restaurant

soon as the phone was turned on, as well as

with them for the time being. She wanted

received another call.

Mrs. Trevino

for a