Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

Huston least wanted to hear Cathy say these things, so he interrupted in a low voice, “I understand.”

“Then… are you coming back?”

“Mm.”

Cathy breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good. I’ll make dumplings and wait for you to come back!”

After hanging up the phone, Huston parked the car in a temporary parking space by the roadside, feeling restless. He lit a cigarette and rolled down the car window halfway.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go back; it was just that no one in his family understood him. They only knew he was busy but didn’t know what he was busy with. Moreover, going to the old house for dinner with Cathy would inevitably involve the man she had remarried. It’s not that he disliked him, but he didn’t know how to interact with him.

man looked at him, it was awkward. It wasn’t the gaze of a younger generation or a son but rather the gaze of a subordinate looking at a

but he was still

he heard Cathy say those things, he couldn’t

from high school, he hadn’t asked his family for a single penny. He took care of everything himself, and it

Just go then.

as he climbed, struggling. Finally, they reached the fourth floor,

strange recently, always

gave some anxious instructions, “Lucas, when we see them later, remember to call out to Grandma and Grandpa. No matter what happens, you need to know that Grandma and Grandpa love Mama the most, and they love you

understand why Mama said this, but he

her hand and pressed the doorbell.

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heart rose to her throat, and it didn’t subside until the

seemed like Lucy was tidying up the housework, wearing an apron and arm sleeves. She muttered, “Coming, coming,” but when she saw the person

black hair five years ago now had a head full of white hair. Although the family had never been wealthy, they had never struggled for food and clothing, but Lucy showed no signs of improvement or vitality.