The Wife He Dumped, The Queen She Returned As novel Chapter 44

Chloe didn't refuse again and opened the bento box.

The moment she took a bite, she froze.

Back when they were simultaneous interpreters at the UN, their workload had been crushing, and working around the clock was the norm.

Yet, no matter how busy they were, Quentin always managed to hand her a perfectly balanced bento box right on time.

Chloe had always assumed he ordered them from a restaurant. But tasting that familiar flavor now, realization slowly dawned on her.

"Did you make this yourself?"

"Yes," Quentin replied.

His expression remained impassive, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.

But a warmth spread through Chloe's chest. "It's delicious," she said softly. "You're a really good cook."

The car soon pulled up in front of the Shaw Holdings building.

Shaw Holdings was a legacy giant with deep roots. They had made a precise and decisive pivot just before the tech boom hit, and their ability to maintain dominance at the top spoke volumes about their sharp executive leadership.

Over the years in the tech sector, Shaw Holdings and Vantage Corp had been neck-and-neck rivals.

Looking up at the majestic corporate logo, Chloe smiled.

"Quentin, your last name is Shaw. Don't tell me you own Shaw Holdings?"

Quentin arched an eyebrow. "It's possible."

Chloe was momentarily stunned, not expecting him to joke around, and a hint of amusement flickered in her eyes.

They picked up some documents from the front desk and found a nearby cafe to sit down.

Quentin had prepared a brand-new laptop for Chloe, already loaded with all the necessary professional files.

After a three-year gap, she was a bit rusty. But thanks to his patient and meticulous guidance, Chloe quickly found her rhythm again.

Time flew by, yet she didn't feel tired at all. Instead, her mind grew increasingly calm.

Suddenly, a familiar female voice broke the peace.

His commanding, aristocratic presence was entirely different from Preston's gentle, approachable demeanor.

She had intended to stir the pot and make a few more passive-aggressive remarks, but staring at his face, the words suddenly caught in her throat.

Why?

Why did Chloe get to be with a man like this?!

But she quickly rationalized it to herself.

This guy might have a pretty face and a good build, but his clothes didn't even have a logo. They looked like some generic brand, and his watch didn't seem particularly expensive. He was probably just an average nobody.

How could he possibly compare to a billionaire prodigy like Preston?

Preston strolled over slowly, his brow slightly raised, casting a scrutinizing look over the table. "Since we bumped into each other, why don't we sit together?"

Chloe was about to refuse, but Quentin had already spoken calmly.

"Be my guest."