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.

two

man nodded and started to reach for a small

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no, I want the two on

look then he nodded art to serving my

over to Lucas. With a shy smile, I stretched my hand and handed his cone over

little bow that got me giggling.

And it was just like old times; hand in hand as we silently

creams

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

in view

get my attention then he called out urgently, "Sydney!" When I looked up at him, I saw that his brows were furrowed and we had stopped walking. "Are you

"Ofcourse, I'm okay. Why do you

your name and you

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