The car suddenly stopped, Cathy thought she had arrived, sat up and looked out, and he heard the man in front said, "Get out of the car."
"Have we arrived?"
Tyrone ignored her, just untied the seat belt and got off the car.
Cathy thought that he just didn't like to talk, didn't think too much and ask again, opened the car door confusedly and got off the car.
In front of her was a restaurant.
Looking at the man seem to going in, she was shocked and said, "I had eaten."
The man turned his eyes quirky and glanced at her. "I haven't eaten yet."
Cathy stunned, and suddenly he was very awkward and smiled. "Then I am waiting for you in the car. You can go in and eat."
Tyrone stood up and looked at her lips and smiled deeply. "Cathy, are we a peaceful divorce? I didn't owe you, you didn't owe me, do you need to hide from me?"
"..."
The expression on Cathy's face was a bit stiff, the fingers were unconsciously clenched, and there was a guilty conscience in the eyes. "You think too much, I didn't hide from you, I just didn't want to cause unnecessary misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding? The man smiled and walked back to her. His voice was deep and pleasant to hear. Are you afraid Mr. Matt will understand us? Didn't he already know you were with me? Besides, what do you think I can do something to a pregnant woman?"
Cathy tightened her lips, unable to argue.
The man walked straight into the restaurant without looking at her.
The woman gritted her teeth and could only follow.
Isn’t it just a dinner?
He was right, she did not owe him, why should her be guilt .
Sitting in a small private room, Cathy was shocked by the unimpeded communication between the man and the waiter.
He was so good in Japanese, she did not know it before.
But it's not surprising that she only recently learned that he was the head of the LT Company.
So young to manage so big a company, how it can be simple. Just let her feel some irony, before the divorce she knew nothing about him, after the divorce these things are inexplicably exposed in front of her eyes.
She and the man seemed to be destined to miss.
The man followed the waiter and turned to see her staring at himself, asked lightly, "What do you want to eat?"
Cathy came back to herself, shaking her head. "huh? Well, I won't eat. I've eaten enough and I'm not hungry now."
Tyrone didn't say much, ordered her a vegetable porridge.
Cathy couldn't understand, but she frowned when the porridge was in front of her. "I said I am not hungry. What are you doing?"
The man picked up the tableware and didn't look up. "no matter you are my ex-wife, I don't have to abuse a pregnant woman. Eat it. If you feel it bad, you can refuse it."
He did not insist on affirmation and also knew that the taste of pregnant women was relatively picky, and she was afraid that she would spit out so he ordered a insipid meal.
Cathy had no words to say. The man’s tone had always been indifferent, neither cold nor hot. Maybe it was just to take care of her as a pregnant woman. It would be too pretentious if she continued to show her attitude.
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