Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute novel Chapter 208

"I'm sorry."

Filip leaned over and picked up the cup, placed it on the table, withdrew his hand and subconsciously curled his fingers, which still had the slightly cool temperature of the back of Starry's hand on his fingers.

Dark eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Starry's hand without a trace.

He rarely remembered that year when they got married, he pushed the wedding ring inside Starry's ring finger, the hand on his palm, through the thin gloves, but also with a few coolness.

Starry didn't care: "It's nothing, I'll make you another cup."

Soon she came back with a new glass of honey water for Filip, "Sit down for a while while I cook the noodles."

Hearing her words, Filip withdrew his thoughts and hummed softly, "Hmm."

Starry turned around and walked towards the kitchen after she finished speaking. He inclined his head and looked at her back, feeling only a little hot and couldn't help but raise his hand to loosen the first two buttons on his collar.

It didn't take much time to cook the noodles, but in fifteen minutes, Starry had come out with two bowls of noodles.

Filip saw this, got up and walked over to the table.

Starry put the larger bowl of noodles in front of him, "Did I overcook it?"

"Not much."

Filip took the chopsticks and sat down across from her, "What did you want to talk to me about?"

The noodles are still very hot, and at this time it is not possible to get into the mouth.

Starry pulled out the text messages from his phone and immediately put them in front of Filip: "I'm not doing very well lately, the doctor suggested I be hospitalized, but I refused."

She is not used to asking for help. Starry deliberated for a few seconds before she spoke the words.

Filip But a few seconds to read the text message all, black eyes inside as if gathered a storm, his body aura obviously cold down: "Who sent you?"

Starry shook his head: "I'm not sure who sent it to me for now, I can only say I have a guess."

She said, pausing for a moment and looking down at the hot noodles rising in front of her, "But whoever it was, I think the other person knew about my situation, and these texts he sent were too purposeful. I've taken so many drugs over the years, and it's not like I want to go back to square one, I want to keep living."

The last six words, she said almost through clenched teeth, like a person who fell into the water with all her strength to ask for help.

Filip listened to the syllables at the end of those words and just felt as if his heart had been pricked by something.

He looked at Starry and spoke in a deep voice, "What do you want me to do?"

"I want to call the police."

Filip instantly understood what she meant: "I'll get you a new lawyer."

"Thanks."

Talking to smart people just doesn't take much effort.

This is the first time she opened her mouth to Filip for help, Starry was relieved, she did not have a penchant for selling misery, nor did she want any sympathy from anyone, she just wanted to, to live well.

This thing he will help her out, but another thing: "The hospitalization, I can also help you if you are worried about IzabellaEdward and the others finding out."

Starry refused outright, with a strong attitude, "I don't want to be hospitalized."

She didn't want to be hospitalized, not only because she didn't want Edward to know about her bad situation, but she didn't want to be stuck in that little square of heaven and earth, with only treatment and medication every day.

There was no way she could accept that kind of life.

Seeing that she was so insistent, Filip didn't say anything else: "When do you want to go to the police?"

"In a couple of days."

She wanted to see if the other party was really trying to put her to death.

After she finished, she looked up and glanced at Filip : "Eat the noodles, they're getting cold."

Filip averted his eyebrows, did not say anything else, lowered his head and ate the noodles.

The wind blowing in from the balcony was cool and comfortable, just right.

Starry ate slowly, Filip finished the bowl of noodles, she only ate two-thirds of it.