Love After Divorce by BELLA

Chapter 269:

Stella was about to refuse when RK’s intense gaze stopped her. To be honest, she didn’t have any particular clothing preferences.

She was never someone who cared much about wearing new clothes. In short, she didn’t want to owe him anything during their fake marriage. Once Sophia recovered, she would leave for France peacefully and never return.

By then, she would act as if RK had never appeared in her life. From that point forward, they would just be strangers.

“Ding!”

Stella was pulled back to reality by the sound of the elevator. She had reached the top floor.

The lunch break was relatively short. If she’d known, she would have gone to visit Adrian at the hospital instead of facing RK’s cold demeanor. Still, visiting him for a short while would have been better than nothing.

Upon arriving at the president’s office, she knocked on the door. No one answered. After knocking again, there was still no reply. She thought maybe RK wasn’t there, which was a relief. She could just leave and say she had come by. The surveillance cameras would prove she had made the effort.

“Come in.”

Just as she was about to leave, RK’s voice called out from inside. Stella had no choice but to open the door and enter.

RK was eating his lunch.

Stella asked curtly. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll head downstairs

office, but his office décor was identical to the room where they

Sit down and

new stories on

was a lunchbox placed across from him, filled

was a pity she didn’t care for them

don’t think it’s appropriate for the president and his subordinate to eat together. I should go to the

RK was not one

appropriate. At least in this building, that’s the rule,”

no choice but to sit down and start

she

tomatoes not good today?” he asked, taking a piece of tomato from her plate. “Didn’t you

as if he knew

I

while the setting and the people were the same as before, their relationship

silence. Stella stopped eating for a moment, surprised he was asking about

replied, her tone softening as she spoke of Adrian. “Although life was tough back then, I did everything

he thrived. He was always cheerful. When he started kindergarten, he became a little leader, like a