This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr Chapter 1032 by desirenovel

Reward From Toby

He wouldn’t push the woman he loves away otherwise. I think I should stop being on guard around him now.

“So how are you gonna reward them?” Sonia asked curiously, holding his hand.

He patted her head. “That’ll be my business. Don’t worry. I’m not gonna be stingy on this.”

Sonia rolled her eyes. “Never said you would. You’re rich. I don’t think you’d be a scrooge about this.”

Toby smiled. “I should feel happy that you think so highly of me.”

“You should.” She grinned.

Toby flicked her forehead. “Right. The rewards are settled, so now’s the time for punishment.”

she looked at him in confusion. “Who’s getting punished?” Toby didn’t answer. Instead he

a straight answer. “I’m upset that you hid things from me, so a punishment is in order. You’re spending the night with me,” he

meant by ‘spending the night with me’. Darn it. She blushed. “You really know how to work the system. You just have

“Let’s go then.” He bent over and carried her in

surprise. “Let me

We’re almost done

hers, then he closed the door. The living room fell into silence, and the only proof they were here a moment ago was the unfinished food on the table. A moment later,

the bonuses and reward every chance he got. He used the punishment as a pretext and finally got Sonia to try out the position she had refused so many times. It was hard to perform, and she could see herself tightening up really hard if she tried them. Toby had

out of exhaustion, while Toby leaned on the bed, looking down at the sleeping woman gently. He caressed her face, that which was blushing. He could see the exhaustion on her brows, and there were beads of sweat on her forehead. Even her hair was wet.

Beads of sweat drenched his forehead and hair, but he looked satisfied and annoyingly smug. He emerged victorious from the battle, and he was satisfied by it. Toby didn’t stay on the bed for long, though. Once he had enough rest and started breathing fine again,

white robe, and a towel hung around his neck. He came out of the bathroom,

but the towel absorbed them. He came to the coffee table and picked his phone up. First he went through his messages to see if his employees had sent him anything. There was none. He then

still working. It was nearly Christmas and almost time to take inventory. The Fuller Group was a juggernaut with hundreds of subsidiaries and companies

was a grand undertaking. Tom was still in the company, ready to work through the night just to prepare for that enormous process. Fortunately, he wasn’t the only one working overtime. There were a lot of people there too, which

file from a subsidiary and took a sip from his cold, cold coffee. It woke him up a little. He was about to work on