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Chapter 828 A Heartwarming Dinner

Toby hummed in response as he buttoned up his jacket and said, “Let’s go.”

Sonia took a step forward, but perhaps she was hungry and still groggy from her nap because she wobbled on her feet. She had only just tried to walk when her legs caved under her weight, and she toppled forward like a house of cards.

At the sight of this, Toby’s expression froze. He didn’t bother with the last two buttons on his suit jacket as he reached out to grab Sonia’s arm, then pulled her forcefully upward and into his embrace.

The next second, Sonia found herself pressed against his sturdy chest, and she appeared to be in a daze. The fact that she had nearly fallen clearly scared her.

Toby held onto her gently. He had one arm around her waist and a hand patting her back softly as he asked anxiously, “Are you okay?”

She nodded feebly. “I’m fine.”

“What happened just now?” he asked as he gripped her shoulders and put some distance between them so he could look at her.

She let out a slow breath. Having regained composure, she replied calmly, “I was hungry, and I guess all my strength drained out of me because one moment I was standing and the next I was swaying. You saw what happened after that.”

Upon hearing her explanation, Toby nodded, then glanced down at her feet. “Did you sprain your ankle?”

She was wearing heels, and she could have sprained her ankle from a stumble like the one earlier. While he didn’t hear the sound of popping bones that usually accompanied a sprain, he wasn’t taking any chances.

“No,” Sonia answered with a smile. She shook her head good-naturedly when she saw how anxious he looked and added, “My ankles are perfectly fine. I promise.” As she said this, she made it a point to turn her ankle this way and that. When she was done with the right ankle, she proceeded to do the same with the left, and at last, she stood still.

Toby was no longer as worried when he saw that she was unhurt. Nodding slightly, he said, “Alright then. Come on, let’s get back to the apartment. You’re hungry, aren’t you?”

“I am,” she replied.

just like that, Toby put his arm around her waist and helped her

often did when they were glued

didn’t have to hobble around for

from the living room, then pulled it over herself as she made her way into the kitchen

stepped through the kitchen doorway when Toby grabbed her arm and said, “You don’t have to cook tonight. It’s late, and you’re so famished you

and handed him the apron instead as she conceded, “Very well, then. You get

he promised as he took the apron, then gave her a gentle stroke

out an amused laugh, then turned to walk into the living room.

minutes later, Toby was still making dinner, and Sonia

put the TV show on pause and set the remote control down, then picked up her phone. After glancing at the caller ID,

from the atelier,” a woman’s voice said pleasantly on the

This is a rather late hour for you to be calling. Is there something I can help

ordered has already been shipped over from Milan. May I know when you would be free to drop by for a

with her palm when she heard the woman’s explanation. Now that she remembered, she gave an embarrassed laugh. “I nearly forgot about that dress. I can come by the atelier tomorrow

the mall the other day, she asked Daphne to place an order for an evening dress for her. Some time had passed since then, long enough for her to push this matter to the back of her mind, where it would have inevitably dwelled forever had it not been for the call from the

said with a polite laugh, “Well,

in

the call ended, she put

came up from behind her. She turned around to see Toby bringing a tray out from the kitchen, and on it were two large

she was sitting, so from her vantage point, she couldn’t see what was in the bowls until Toby bent over to put the tray on the coffee table in

could even see the slices of beetroot that had given the soup its distinct auburn-ish coloring. On top of the soup was a dollop of sour

stared at the

think I had time to make anything fancy. Borscht happened to be the quickest dish I could think of when I saw beetroot in the fridge. It’s a simple fare, so I hope you won’t