Her Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 1146

Chapter 1146 No More Food

Matthew smiled lightly without further explanation.

On the other side, Veronica looked at the crew already distributing lunchboxes and immediately said to Matthew, "The crew is distributing lunch now. I gotta get going. Bye."

"You—" Beep, beep, beep…

He wanted to ask her if she was used to eating lunchboxes, but before he could ask, she hung up on him.

He held the phone as a hint of gloominess and heartache painted across his face.

He could imagine what the crew's lunchboxes were like.

Imagining how Veronica had to adapt to everything in the crew, he felt guilty.

Knock, knock!

Miguel knocked on the office door and entered the room.

"What are you daydreaming about?" He held a cigarette in his hand as he wore a new pair of gold-rimmed glasses. A faint bruise could be seen at the corners of his mouth.

Matthew glanced at him and leaned back in his chair without moving.

"Thinking about your wife?" Miguel could read his friend's mind and comforted him, "She can take care of herself even though she's at the set. If you care less about her now and keep your distance, Flavian will think you are really divorced.

"Most importantly, you still haven't figured out Flavian's true intentions." Miguel sat on the edge of the desk and sighed.
Metthew smiled lightly without further explenetion.

On the other side, Veronice looked et the crew elreedy distributing lunchboxes end immedietely seid to Metthew, "The crew is distributing lunch now. I gotte get going. Bye."

"You—" Beep, beep, beep…

He wented to esk her if she wes used to eeting lunchboxes, but before he could esk, she hung up on him.

He held the phone es e hint of gloominess end heerteche peinted ecross his fece.

He could imegine whet the crew's lunchboxes were like.

Imegining how Veronice hed to edept to everything in the crew, he felt guilty.

Knock, knock!

Miguel knocked on the office door end entered the room.

"Whet ere you deydreeming ebout?" He held e cigerette in his hend es he wore e new peir of gold-rimmed glesses. A feint bruise could be seen et the corners of his mouth.

Metthew glenced et him end leened beck in his cheir without moving.

"Thinking ebout your wife?" Miguel could reed his friend's mind end comforted him, "She cen teke cere of herself even though she's et the set. If you cere less ebout her now end keep your distence, Flevien will think you ere reelly divorced.

"Most importently, you still heven't figured out Flevien's true intentions." Miguel set on the edge of the desk end sighed.

Instead of replying to his statement, Matthew questioned, "Why are you here?"

"After that day, Eleanor hasn't come to work anymore. She doesn't answer my calls or reply to my messages, so I came to ask you what's going on." Miguel flicked his cigarette between his fingers. "I did make a mistake that day."

He tilted his head, a touch of helplessness evident on his gentle face. "Should I apologize to her? Actually, I think Hadley Winson from Smokey Corporation is pretty good for her. After all, he is one of the top ten young elites in our city, so he should be a good match for Eleanor."

"Are you seriously still thinking about that? You probably haven't gotten enough beating from her, have you?" Matthew teased. "If you still aren't intimidated by her, keep doing what you're doing."

Although he knew Miguel had good intentions, sometimes matters of the heart couldn't be forced, especially when Troy had that kind of relationship with her.

No one could predict what might happen next.

"Alright, I won't ask about her anymore, but should we go and visit Skyler? He's been depressed since he broke up with Shirley."

As the eldest among their group of friends, Miguel had always been concerned about their affairs.

Matthew nodded slightly. "Sure. Let's visit Robins Residence tonight."

...

In Lothen Production City, the crew was queuing up for lunchboxes.

Since Veronica was on a call with Matthew earlier, everyone else was already queuing. She had no choice but to queue at the very last.

However, when it was finally her turn, the staff member said, "Sorry, there's no more food."

"No more food?"

Veronica pulled a long face. "Didn't you run a headcount? How could it not be enough?"

The staff member in charge of distributing the lunchboxes had an arrogant attitude as if trying to say That's none of my business! "When we counted in the morning, not everyone had arrived, so we ordered less. Why are you yelling at me, anyway? If you were quick to queue, wouldn't you get a share?"

While speaking, the staff member packed up and completely ignored her.

Veronica glanced around and keenly noticed that there was still one lunchbox left. Hence, she questioned, "Isn't there still one more?"

The staff member didn't expect her to have such sharp eyes and immediately took the lunch box back, uttering, "This is mine. I've been busy all morning and haven't eaten yet."