This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

Chapter 412 Bon Appétit

As though he sensed Sonia’s displeasure, Toby cleared his throat and lowered his gaze before lying through his teeth, “She mentioned something about an emergency at her company, and she’s probably outside taking their call now.”

“Oh.” Sonia lifted her chin in a half-hearted nod. “I see.” Fine then, I guess I shouldn’t be too hard on her if it really is about an emergency.

Now that he had successfully convinced her, he looked up and asked, “So, can I walk you over to the couch now?”

She pursed her lips and did not answer—it was her way of acceding.

He took her by the arm once more and helped her over to the sofa, whereupon he sat down and added, “By the way, it’s nearly noon and I’ve ordered lunch. Perhaps you’d like to join me for a meal?”

As proud as she was, she was about to refuse his offer when her stomach grumbled before she could even get her words out. Her hand fluttered over her stomach as blood rushed to her face. She stuttered in embarrassment, “I-I…”

Sonia couldn’t believe how her stomach had betrayed her by exposing her hunger. If I say no to him, he’ll take it personally. A tired sigh escaped her as she thought about this and lowered her pride. Then, she tucked her hair behind her ear as she replied lamely, “I guess I’ll take you up on your offer, President Fuller. Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me; it’s only a meal,” Toby countered with mild amusement, the corner of his lips curling into a triumphant smirk.

accepting of him in the absence of

She could tell that Sonia’s previous feelings of affection for the man were still kept under lock and key.

to open it, he shot her a look that

supposed to be ‘taking a call outside’. It meant she couldn’t

door. “I’ll get

before he returned to the sofa with carrier bags loaded with containers of takeout, which he set up on the coffee table in

what kind of dishes he ordered for lunch, though she had to admit she was a little bewildered by

next to her,

heard her speak. As he looked

“These dishes—”

her like he had read her mind. Then, he thought of something else and added, “Just to reassure you, I never ordered any of these for

raised a brow. “Funnily enough, I don’t

she woke up from her coma, so I never ordered these for her. That said, I did get her the mango and all other

who loves mangos; surely many around the world are fans of the tropical fruit. Besides, I don’t have the exclusive privilege to enjoy mangos either, so you can order them for whoever you

privilege and that has never changed. It’s just that I used to view Tina as you, which was why I ordered the mangos for her only to discover that she was allergic to them.” He took the utensils

confuse Tina for me? I mean, I know that there are people who mistake others for someone whom they know, and it’s not uncommon, but to go six

out a mocking laugh and did not continue, although Toby knew what she would have said. He looked down with a self-effacing smile. “If I told you I was hypnotized, which was why I couldn’t tell Tina was

audacity to hypnotize a man as powerful as you, President Fuller?” She countered sarcastically. Hypnotized? This guy’s getting more

believe me. “Okay, let’s just leave it at that. We should probably dig in, seeing as you’re

so he forcefully dismissed the idea. He still harbored hope for their

oblivious to his thoughts, Sonia quietly

had his elbow propped on his knee while resting his chin on his hand as he slightly leaned forward to watch her eat. Seeing her enjoy her meal—one which he had painstakingly prepared for her—gave him a

pricking her eyes. It made her feel as if she was being transported to the memories of six years ago when he was kind and had a gentle smile at all times. Could it