Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0100

He swung our joined hands forward and backward as we wordlessly walked along the park, each of us to our own thoughts as we basked in the

tranquility of the night.

There was a light shining ahead and there seemed to be a lot of people there. I squinted at it. "Is that a truck? I muttered and briefly glanced at Lucas who was also staring ahead. "I think so," Lucas answered with a feeble lift off his shoulders.

As we got closer, it got clearer and I could not have stopped myself even if I wanted to as I screamed, "Ice cream!" I pointed at it and turned to Lucas who was now smiling. "Come on," I untangled my hands from his, "let's go get."

Without waiting for his response, I ran over to the singing truck. When I had screamed, some of the kids there had turned to me so as I rushed over there, they were still staring.

I didn't care one bit for the stares. Right now, I feel so much like their age. I was reminded of when Lucas and I used to take strolls when we were younger and then we would stop by an ice cream shop or bus, just like this one, and got two each for the both of us.

"What flavors would you like, ma'am?" The man selling the ice cream asked. My big grin faltered and I frowned. I turned back to Lucas, his gaze was on me as he waited behind the kids. He smiled, I returned his smile and faced the ice cream mon back.

Lucas used to like the vanilla flavor only but now? I wasn't sure if he still fancied it but I got it nevertheless and I got the same for myself too. I didn't exactly have a preference when it comes to ice cream, as long as it is a well made Ice cream, then I'm down for it, no matter the flavor.

me two servings

started to reach

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"No no, I want the two on the

then he nodded art

to Lucas. With a shy

a little bow that got

entwined again. And it was just like old times; hand in hand as we

creams

timed him. If he walked for fifteen minutes straight, he might come up with a fever before the end of the day but if he walked for eight minutes and took about a five to seven minute break, he would be

since we left the car. I looked behind me and the car was not in view anymore. I felt panic bubble up my throat. No no. We must have been walking for over ten minutes

my attention then he called out urgently, "Sydney!" When I looked up at him, I saw that

I'm okay.

your name and you didn't answer. Even as we stopped walking you

gotten lost in my thoughts. Sorry." I turned my head to look at the bench again and