Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again novel Chapter 8

Meanwhile, at the Fuller Residence. Jean was instructing her servant to swipe away all traces of Sonia—the sheets she had slept in, the slippers she had worn, the aprons she had worn, and even the dishes and chopsticks she had used. “What are you doing?” Toby frowned slightly when he came back. Jean snorted softly.

“Why should we even keep that woman’s belongings? Tina is the one you will marry in the future.” She rolled her eyes as she spoke, and she hurriedly came over. “Toby, didn’t you divorce her already? Remember, all the money you have is all your hard-earned money. Don’t you even think about giving her a penny!”

He replied lightly, “She didn’t want anything.” Jean obviously didn’t believe it. “That’s impossible! How could she not want anything? She doesn’t have money, so why wouldn’t she try to earn a fortune from you? Otherwise, where will she get the money to provide for her kept man?”

Thinking of Sonia’s relationship with the male model, Toby’s head throbbed. Not wanting to deal with Jean any longer, he instructed Tom to show her the divorce agreement. Arriving upstairs, he noticed that Tina was sitting in front of the window while reading a book. She raised her head and smiled softly at him.

“You are back.” Looking at her soothing smile, the irritability in his heart was slowly washed away. “Are you feeling better?” “I’m okay. I got bored in the room, so I just found a book to pass the time.” Tina gently put the book on the bedside table, stood up, and hugged Toby’s waist from behind. “Toby, do you regret divorcing her?”

Toby’s voice was low. “I don’t; I don’t love her. Besides, she cheated first.” The corners of Tina’s mouth curled up slightly. The man turned around and hugged her. “Let’s not talk about her anymore. The most important thing right now is your health. Uncle Gray will hold a banquet for you next month, so you have to get well soon.”

Tina blinked and smiled as she answered, “I know.” After Toby left, she dialed the number of the Grays’ housekeeper. “Miss, what’s your order?” “Tell my dad about Sonia crashing her car into me. You know what to say, right?” “Yes, miss.” After hanging up the phone, Tina turned her head to look at the cactus by the window, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled upward.