Boss, Your Wife is Asking for A Divorce, Again!

Chapter 828

Chapter 828 A Heartwarming Dinner

Toby hummed in response as he buttoned up his jacket and said, “Let’s go.”

Sonia took a step forward, but perhaps she was hungry and still groggy from her nap because she wobbled on her feet. She had only just tried to walk when her legs caved under her weight, and she toppled forward like a house of cards.

At the sight of this, Toby’s expression froze. He didn’t bother with the last two buttons on his suit jacket as he reached out to grab Sonia’s arm, then pulled her forcefully upward and into his embrace.

The next second, Sonia found herself pressed against his sturdy chest, and she appeared to be in a daze. The fact that she had nearly fallen clearly scared her.

Toby held onto her gently. He had one arm around her waist and a hand patting her back softly as he asked anxiously, “Are you okay?”

She nodded feebly. “I’m fine.”

“What happened just now?” he asked as he gripped her shoulders and put some distance between them so he could look at her.

 

She let out a slow breath. Having regained composure, she replied calmly, “I was hungry, and I guess all my strength drained out of me because one moment I was standing and the next I was swaying. You saw what happened after that.”

Upon hearing her explanation, Toby nodded, then glanced down at her feet. “Did you sprain your ankle?”

She was wearing heels, and she could have sprained her ankle from a stumble like the one earlier. While he didn’t hear the sound of popping bones that usually accompanied a sprain, he wasn’t taking any chances.

“No,” Sonia answered with a smile. She shook her head good-naturedly when she saw how anxious he looked and added, “My ankles are perfectly fine. I promise.” As she said this, she made it a point to turn her ankle this way and that. When she was done with the right ankle, she proceeded to do the same with the left, and at last, she stood still.

Toby was no longer as worried when he saw that she was unhurt. Nodding slightly, he said, “Alright then. Come on, let’s get back to the apartment. You’re hungry, aren’t you?”

“I am,” she replied.

put his arm around her waist and

kind of hoping that he would let her go so that they didn’t have to hobble, as two so often did when they were glued at the hips. However, seeing as he was so convinced she would fall if he let

hobble around for long before they

purse down and grabbed the apron from the living room, then pulled it over herself as she made her way into the kitchen

just stepped through the kitchen doorway when Toby grabbed her arm and said, “You don’t have to cook tonight. It’s late, and you’re so famished you can barely

looked, she did not insist on making dinner and handed him the apron instead as she conceded, “Very well, then. You get

will be ready in just a moment,” he promised as he took the apron, then gave her a gentle stroke on the head before he

reached up to smooth her hair and let out an amused laugh, then turned to walk into the living room. She sat down on the couch and

dinner, and Sonia was waiting for him patiently

control down, then picked up her phone. After glancing at the caller ID, she put

calling from the atelier,” a woman’s voice

nodded. “Yes, I know. This is a rather late hour for you

we’re actually calling to inform you that the evening dress you ordered has already been shipped over from Milan. May I know when you would be free to drop by for

with her palm when she heard the woman’s explanation. Now that she remembered, she gave an embarrassed laugh. “I nearly forgot about that dress. I can come by the atelier tomorrow afternoon for

the other day, she asked Daphne to place an order for an evening dress for her. Some time had passed since then, long enough for her to push this matter

line said with a polite laugh, “Well, in that case,

hummed in

ended, she put

She turned around to see Toby bringing a tray out from the kitchen, and

she was sitting, so from her vantage point, she couldn’t see what was in the bowls until Toby bent over to put the tray on the coffee table in front of her. She peered at the familiar coloring of the soup-like substance in

potatoes, carrots, and other vegetables peeking out. She could even see the slices of beetroot that had given the soup its distinct auburn-ish coloring. On top of the soup was a dollop of sour cream garnished with dill. The savory scent she had

as she stared at the two bowls of soup and exclaimed, “Wow, you actually made

Borscht happened to be the quickest dish I could think of when I saw beetroot in the

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