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.

dishes on the table for him to eat. Even if it was

I haven’t

made Cierra

you don’t

was as if

picking up the milk and narrowed his eyes as he

the truth.

out for too long.”

can

“I’m with you

You have

looked so wretched that Cierra wanted to

his face.

a bite of the shrimp dumpling, and her temper

up again, she was still smiling. “Can’t you think of me better? For example, I can’t bear to part with you. When I think

to you.”

“Don’t do this.

threw up

his last mouthful of food expressionlessly, wiped his mouth with

up.

make more of my

returning to Los Angeles with her, he was unwilling

bit discouraged, but she also knew that the cold wouldn’t last for just

since he had the ability to make money. How could he be willing to go home just because of a few

you had enough? There’s

hand and left without

left alone at the dining

her face seemed to have disappeared along with William. She poked at the food in her bowl with some grievance and slowly took

silence was quickly

on her phone and other electronic devices. She planned to resolve the public opinion on the Internet in the morning so that she could

soon as the phone was turned on, as well as

and text messages, so Cierra didn’t deal with them for the time being. She wanted to deal

received another call.

was Mrs.

for a moment,