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Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again novel Chapter 315

Toby lowered his gaze. “It’s fine. Let’s go on.” Sonia placed her phone aside as she nodded. Nearly an hour had passed when Toby finished explaining the details to Sonia. Sonia gave him a rare smile as she shut her notebook. “Thank you, President Fuller. I think I’ve understood most of it. I’ll just need to do some reading on my own once I get home tonight.”

“That’s great. We’ll be having a tour of the factory at 9.00AM tomorrow. Don’t be late,” Toby uttered as he got to his feet.

Right then, Tom opened the doors to the meeting room and pushed a trolley in. There were tons of delicious-looking dishes placed on it, and the mouth-watering scent quickly filled the room. Sonia hugged her notebook against her chest. “I’ll make a move now since it’s time for your lunch, President Fuller. Goodbye.”

“Hold on.” Toby held onto her arm. “Let’s have a meal together.”

“What?” Sonia frowned.

“You came to Fuller Group for a meeting. As the boss of the company, it’s only right for me to buy you a meal. Furthermore, this is just lunch between business partners—you wouldn’t reject my treat, would you?” His eyes glistened as he spoke.

The corner of Sonia’s lips twitched as she stared at him. If I reject his offer now, he’ll think that I don’t value my company’s partnership with him. Is that what he’s trying to imply here? She rubbed her forehead as she sat back down in her seat. “I got it. Thank you for your kind service, President Fuller.”

Toby relaxed the muscles between his brows. “It’s nothing grand. I only ordered a few random dishes; I hope it suits your preference.” He returned to his seat as well.

Tom served the dishes while fighting the urge to roll his eyes. What does he mean when he says that he just ordered a few random dishes? He picked all of Miss Reed’s favorite foods! Well, I feel rather bad for President Fuller because he needs to use their partnership to get Miss Reed to share a meal with him.

“Here you go.” Toby handed Sonia some cutleries.

“Thank you,” she replied.

“No worries. Try it out,” Toby uttered as he pointed at the dishes on the table and gestured for her to start eating. Sonia politely scooped some of the food from one of the dishes in front of her.

“How is it?” he asked.

She swallowed her food before looking into his eyes. “It’s really good,” she said after seeing the anticipation in his eyes. Toby secretly let out a sigh of relief before he scooped some for himself. “You should eat more, then.”

These dishes weren’t available in the hotel’s menu, but recipes that originated from Sonia’s mother’s hometown. The chef at the hotel had never prepared such dishes, and Toby had to order the chef to learn the recipes on the spot. He was worried that Sonia wouldn’t be too pleased with the outcome of the dishes. However, she seemed to enjoy the food.

Tom shook his head thoughtfully as he noticed how Toby’s tense shoulders gradually relaxed. President Fuller might be an incredible and influential person in the eyes of others, but he’s just a careful and sensitive man in front of Miss Reed. I bet the rest of the world would be shocked to see this side of him.

Throughout the meal, Toby barely took any food for himself. He spent most of his time watching Sonia as she ate. A sense of satisfaction filled his insides as he watched her munching on her food. There were multiple times when he had the urge to scoop more food for her, but he stopped himself from doing so as he thought that she would reject his offers.

After finishing her meal, Sonia took a look at her watch. It was nearly 1.00PM, so she excused herself. Toby didn’t stop her as he knew that she had to go to court. “Let me send you downstairs,” he offered.

Sonia didn’t reject him as she wiped her mouth. She knew that he would insist on sending her down even if she said no. Once they got to the parking lot, Sonia pulled her car keys out. She was about to unlock her car when she heard a quavering voice from behind her. “Toby!”

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