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.

are you looking for me?” Stella asked curtly. “If there’s nothing

was different from the main RK Group office, but his office décor was identical to the room

Sit down

stories

walked over and noticed there was a lunchbox placed across from him, filled

a pity she didn’t care for them

it’s appropriate for the president and his subordinate to

not

president, and I decide what’s appropriate. At least in this building,

but to sit

RK noticed she hadn’t touched the tomatoes on

asked, taking a piece of

he knew her

I gradually stopped eating them,” Stella

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

he was asking about her life in France. It seemed

“Although life was tough back then, I did everything I could for him. Sometimes we would share a single meal for lunch just to afford milk

always cheerful. When he started kindergarten, he became a little leader, like a gang boss of all the tall French children. He would come