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.

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

office décor was identical to the room where they used to have dinner. It was clear RK

Sit down and

new stories

walked over and noticed there was a lunchbox placed

pity she didn’t care for them

it’s appropriate for the president and his subordinate to eat together. I should

RK was not one to be

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

choice but to sit down

RK noticed she hadn’t touched the tomatoes

asked, taking a piece of

he knew her

I gradually stopped eating them,” Stella

continued their quiet lunch. They both knew that while the setting and the people were the same as before, their relationship was entirely different. Their thoughts and feelings

enjoy living with Adrian in France?” RK eventually broke the silence. Stella stopped eating for a moment, surprised he was asking about her life in France. It seemed

tough back then, I did everything I could for him. Sometimes

he started kindergarten, he became a little leader, like a gang boss of all the tall French children. He would come to pick me up