This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

After learning that Sonia had made him some soup, Toby was seen with his eyes lighting up. Deep down, he felt over the moon but decided to suppress his happiness while tightening his grip around his phone.

I mustn’t accept her soup! This is nothing different from refusing to see Sonia since I’ve decided to stay away from her.

Toby was certain that Sonia would never know he was trying to distance himself from her if he accepted her soup. Thus, she would keep delivering him soup again and again, yet he wasn’t sure if he could turn her down every single time. In the face of his own question, it didn’t take him long to figure out the answer.

No, I’m sure I won’t be able to make myself turn her away. In fact, which man in this world would ever reject something the woman he loves gives him?

Knowing it would eventually become a joke if he accepted Sonia’s advances, Toby told himself that he must never accept the soup. After all, he had made up his mind to cut ties with her from the beginning, or it would only become harder for him to leave her if he went soft on himself.

At the thought of that, Toby closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. A few moments later, he opened his eyes, in which what was only left was his determination. “Tom.” Toby grabbed the telephone and dialed the intercom to reach Tom in his office.

At that moment, Tom was busy with his work when he heard the telephone ringing. He then put down his pen and answered the call. “President Fuller.”

“Sonia left me some soup at the front desk. Please collect and return it to her. Then, tell her to stop wasting her time on all this nonsense because I won’t accept anything she gives me.” Toby hung up the call as soon as he finished his sentence.

In the meantime, Tom was left hanging with the telephone in his hand. When his eyes fell upon the stack of documents lying in front of him, he curled his lips upward, thinking he would probably need to stay up late for work.

Upon hanging up the phone, he bitterly patted his face with a smile and stood up before walking away from the office. An hour later, he arrived at Paradigm Co. with the thermal flask, where Sonia was in the middle of a meeting.

opened the door and entered

gesturing to everyone in the meeting

Sonia, whereupon she bent over and whispered to her ear, “Mr. Brown

here?” Sonia raised

head. “It beats me, but according to the receptionist at the front desk, he seems to be holding a thermal

I bet he came because Toby told him to return the thermal flask to me. She then pointed at her own laptop and said,

an affirmative hum and excused herself, Sonia kept herself together and turned her attention back to the meeting. “Alright,

the meeting was over. Then, Sonia shut down her laptop and left the meeting room for her office. As soon as she opened

and walked toward her desk, but when she got there, she spotted

and said, “Miss Reed, I have been told by President Fuller to

facial expression stiffened. What does he mean? Did Toby just tell Tom to return the soup I made for him to me? Wait a second… She pursed her lips and grabbed the handle of

as it was when I first made the soup this morning. That means

even tighter and asked uneasily, “Why?

it.” Tom adjusted

at Tom in disbelief, recalling the time she first started taking care of Toby. She told him that when he got better, she’d make him soup because it helped with recovery. In fact, she could still remember how he looked forward to having

able to see through Sonia’s disbelief, as he didn’t think his explanation was convincing enough. After all, Toby was so in love with Sonia that he would be more than happy to munch on dog treats as long as it was she who

feel surprised that Sonia didn’t buy his story, but nonetheless, he had no choice but to tell her what Toby wanted him to. “Yes, Miss Reed. President Fuller made it clear that he doesn’t like your soup. In fact, he even told you not to make any more soup for him because he isn’t

and asked, “What does he mean by that? What does he mean when he says he won’t accept my soup? Why