Love and Devotion No Longer His to Claim (Angela and Dexter) novel Chapter 112

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Dexter cleared his throat. “I’m hungry.” 

Angela ignored him. She put on her headphones and slipped into the smaller room to study. 

He felt stifled, so he knocked on the door and called her out. “Come eat with me you 100 thousand.” 

That was easy money. 

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I’ll give 

Angela got into the MPV Trent had arranged while calculating how much she had made off Dexter in the past few days. It had to be at least 800 thousand by now. 

He really was loaded, like a walking money tree. 

The thought settled in her mind. She didn’t bother guessing what was going on with him. As long as she got paid, she could handle pretending for a while. 

The restaurant was set up just for the two of them. There was a violinist and even a ballerina dancing gracefully. A small round table for four sat in a candlelit glow. The soft light made the vast dining hall feel like a dream, almost surreal. 

“What on earth is this?” Angela muttered to herself. She couldn’t figure out what Dexter was thinking. 

Once the servers presented a variety of dishes, they stepped back politely. 

“Let’s eat,” Dexter said, picking up his knife and fork to slice into his steak. 

After a moment, he shifted a plate of neatly cut steak toward Angela, replacing her own plate. It was a smooth gesture, as if it were perfectly natural. 

Looking at the tender pieces of steak, Angela couldn’t stand it anymore. She lowered her voice and asked, “What are you trying to do?” 

She could tolerate him ignoring her, but this sudden kindness felt more unsettling. 

“You don’t actually like me, do you?” she asked cautiously, eyeing him warily. “You’re not planning to back out of the divorce, right?” 

Dexter froze for a second, then let out a scoff. “You’re getting ahead of yourself.” 

He paused, then lifted his gaze. “I just want to make my life easier. I can apologize for what I did a few days ago. But please, don’t give my mom any suggestions or get involved in my private life.” 

When Flora returned to her room, Zion wasn’t there. He was in the room next door. 

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He insisted they keep some distance to avoid people talking behind their backs about them living together before marriage. 

Flora didn’t mind at first. But today, when she was sick, Zion hadn’t bothered to look after 

her at all. 

She clutched her stomach and walked over to the next room. 

The door was ajar, and she could hear voices inside. 

“Don’t worry, Nora. I’ll get it done today. I already talked with Flora.”