Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0093

That moment didn't last long before I started to stuff my face with food. The food tasted like heaven compared to the trash we were fed at the

orphanage and my greedy tummy rumbled even more.

There was a properly prepared meal, there were fruits, vegetables, milk, wine, steak...name it. They had everything in that kitchen.

"Who are you?"

One of the half-eaten apples in my hand dropped and I froze. I slowly turned and came face to face with a curly haired boy in a wheeled chair. If he wasn't my age then he would be a year or two older than

me.

Despite that my mouth was filled to the brim,I managed a smile and awkwardly raised my hand in the air. "Hi," I mumbled.

in my hand. Embarrassed,

and I swear, I'm not-" I started but I was cut short when his chair moved. At first, my heart

the middle of their large kitchen and grabbed a fancy glass cup. He poured the milk in

much he could get done despitel

before. the cup of milk and food. "Sit down and eat more."

I accepted his offer and devoured the meal. I had badly wanted to refuse but I was still

low chance that I would

to clear the dishes and asked me to leave thon yns saught a walf that I was in the before

changed When god back to the raphanage was an sated that i doqoped to my hood and and away till after shumer When I wake up, he was

hungry the told me to brock and that was all Hoad to do. He

reach dhera Gampong The Rochanged names, he was Lucas The god for lead that he old actually call

playing

turned to

was mostly always in his wheelchair pecanes