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.”

didn’t answer. Instead he gazed at her, and her heart sank. What? “Wait. Are you saying it’s me?” She pointed at

upset that you hid things from me, so a punishment is in order. You’re spending the night with me,” he whispered the last part into her ear and nibbled on her earlobe. Toby

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

go then.” He bent over and carried her in his arms, then they went to

me

fine. We’re almost

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

try to get all 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

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. It was obvious he

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,

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

into the room, 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

take inventory. The Fuller Group was

the night just to prepare for that enormous process. Fortunately, he wasn’t the only

just finished going through a 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 the next file when his phone rang. Oh god. It’s