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.

curtly. “If

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

nothing urgent. Sit down and eat,”

new stories on

walked over and noticed there was a lunchbox placed across

she

for the president and his subordinate to eat together. I should go to the cafeteria,”

RK was not one to be

president, and I decide what’s appropriate. At least in this building, that’s the rule,”

choice but to sit down

RK noticed she hadn’t touched the tomatoes on

not good today?” he asked, taking a piece of tomato from her plate.

he knew her so

so I gradually stopped

lunch. They both knew that while the setting and the people were the same as before, their relationship was

silence. Stella stopped eating for a moment, surprised he was asking about her life in France. It seemed he had come to accept that she had taken care

tough back then, I did everything I could for him. Sometimes we would share a single meal

thrived. He was always cheerful. When 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