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 an outward rejection and this

could tell that Sonia’s previous feelings of affection for the man were still kept under lock and key. Don’t despair, Young Master Toby! She’ll turn around

on the door to the lounge, but as Wanda made to open it, he shot

remembered that she was supposed to be ‘taking a call outside’. It meant she couldn’t possibly open

the door. “I’ll get it. I

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

of dishes he ordered for lunch, though she had to admit she was a little bewildered by it, considering how these dishes were

spun to where Toby was next to her, and while her lips twitched,

on a disposable plate for her when he heard her speak. As he looked at

“These dishes—”

her like he had read her mind. Then, he thought

brow. “Funnily enough,

it’s the truth. Tina was really careful with her diet after she woke up from her coma, so I never ordered these for her. That said, I

like I’m the only one 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

as I’m concerned, you have the exclusive 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

even 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 years without even realizing that you’ve made

looked down with a self-effacing smile. “If I told you I was hypnotized, which was why I couldn’t tell Tina

telling me someone had the audacity to hypnotize a man as powerful as you, President Fuller?”

leave it at that. We should probably dig in, seeing

truth, he wanted to spoon-feed her, but he knew that she would rather starve than to allow that to happen, so he forcefully dismissed the idea. He still harbored hope

was oblivious to his thoughts,

he slightly leaned forward to watch her eat. Seeing

scene with a gratified smile, and she could feel hot tears pricking her eyes. It made her feel as if she was being transported to the memories of six years ago when he was kind