Divorced but Delighted

The next day, the sun rose as usual.

Cierra did not get up late. After all, she was in the Chester family’s residence, so she could not behave casually.

To her surprise, when she and Sarah went downstairs, everyone was there, including Wilson, who was reading a newspaper.

The others looked very easygoing, as if nothing had happened last night.

Even Belle and Cherry were sitting at the dining table obediently, without showing any dissatisfaction.

If it weren’t for the guilty look in her eyes and the hatred she felt from Cherry, Cierra would have thought that what had happened at the dining table last night was just a dream.

She didn’t think much about it. Pretending that nothing had happened, she looked away quietly and continued to help Sarah go downstairs.

“Coincidentally, the dishes have been fried. We can have breakfast when the porridge is ready.”

As soon as they stepped on the floor on the first floor, Eudora came out of the kitchen with ounce bowls and side dishes, and she happened to meet them.

The sound fell in the restaurant, and many people looked at the stairs.

Wilson, who was reading the newspaper through his reading glasses, also looked back and said, “Cici, come and have breakfast. Jaquan said that you like shrimp dumplings. It’s troublesome to make them at home. He brought them on the way back and it’s still hot.”

Only then did Cierra realize that there was a takeaway food box in front of the old man. It was the one she often talked to Jaquan. However, because there were too many people lining up every morning, Cierra was too lazy to get up and only ate a few times.

She didn’t expect Jaquan, who was so busy every day, to be concerned about this.

She sat down on a chair and looked around. She asked, “Did Jaquan go to the company?”

He pushed the lunchbox to Cierra and said casually, “He took me back and left with Will. It’s working hours today. He has to go to work.”

Cierra nodded and opened the takeaway box.

delivered since

air and the jealousy

others even when

on

The conversation between

the air

the sound of flipping

you have a problem with bringing her fried dumplings? If you want to blame someone, blare your mother for not

Cherry’s face blushed.

table. After putting the porridge on the table, she winked at her husband and son, asking

the breakfast began, the atmosphere had already

had already spoken up for her. If she spoke again, she was

still by her side. She had

just thought that Cherry’s words

took the warm porridge from Eudora and thanked her with a polite smile.

hand and said, “You’re welcome. If the shrimp dumplings are not enough and there are steamed buns in

on

disappeared, Wilson suddenly raised

take the bowl and get out of here. Don’t knock on

pretending. “Mr. Chester, as you said, it’s

get out

also lost his temper. He slammed

that

and hurriedly tried to persuade him. “Dad, don’t be angry. Have

was a little heavy. He looked at Belle and found that

daughter a long time ago. She would not have acted like she did today. Her eyes were low and

he didn’t have the energy or time to think about

while, he finally regained his