Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 362 She's Back, Right?

Zoey's feelings for her father were complicated. From childhood, she had always longed for his attention.

She thought Bill's focus was entirely on Philippa, but he had noticed her instead.

"I... "Zoey began.

Her mother, gently placing an arm around her shoulders, introduced her with a smile. "This is Janice, Chloe's friend. She just stopped by to visit."

Bill stared at Zoey for a long moment before he looked away, perhaps reconsidering, realizing it was unlikely.

"I just made it. Drink it while it's hot," Nicholas said, breaking the silence.

He continued, "We had chicken soup yesterday, but that can get boring. I had them make some pigeon soup today."

"Not for you. Why are you so excited about it?"

The tension between the two men was palpable. Before the divorce, Nicholas had always been respectful, quietly observing and never interrupting.

Now, with the divorce finalized, he had taken a more assertive stance, no longer tolerating Bill's behavior.

At that moment, Zoey spoke up, "I actually really like chicken soup. Hmm, may I have some?"

The poor child, even after everything, still the same naive Zoey who longed for her father's love.

She could be ruthless toward Harlan, but in her heart, Bill was still her father.

Zoey couldn't bear to let Bill's efforts go to waste, so she stepped in to defend him.

Bill paused, a little surprised, but then answered, "Of course. I'll serve it for you."

Her mother chimed in, "It's rare that we're all together. Why don't you stay for dinner?"

Bill's face lit up with disbelief, and his eyes shone brightly. "Sure."

His reaction reminded me of a dog's look when its owner walks through the door-excited, happy, and a little desperate.

The look on his face reminded me of a puppy greeting its owner after a long day. It was clear that Bill didn't hold much standing these days. He probably couldn't even step foot inside his ex-wife's house, let alone stay for dinner-it would have been a luxury. He remembered to serve soup to Zoey. The first thing he did when he entered was to begin serving the soup, handing a bowl to Philippa.

After Nicholas went to the kitchen, he lowered his voice and said, "Dinner won't be ready for a while; drink a little to fill your stomach."

mother replied, not putting up

second bowl

I felt like Bill had

bowl had mushrooms and

Mine had chicken wings.

wings, but

wasn't sure if it reminded her of something connected to that leg of chicken, but she lowered her head quickly, not wanting anyone to notice the emotions in her eyes. Bill stood by, his gaze full of

can make it for you again tomorrow. I'm pretty good at

"Thank you, Bill."

thought her father didn't notice, that he was so

fell into the chicken soup, causing ripples

turned around at the time. He said, "I also made some bread. I'll

noticed that his eyes

was strange how similar they were both father and daughter,

thought suicide would disappoint her parents, while Bill thought the

couldn't bring himself to claim

I followed him outside.

house, smoking. Even his

him and asked, "Didn't you say you

his cigarette and looked at the distant sunset, his voice

surprised Mom figured it out. I thought you, of all people, wouldn't

a wry smile. "You never hold back, do

great international CEO like you has been reduced to making chicken

me and pulled me

I realized it was my own fault. When I divorced Philippa, I was reluctant, but then I saw her smile every day in that small town. Gradually, I found peace. Even if she never forgives me, it's okay. I will keep holding onto her smile. You've taught me that loving someone isn't about harming them or taking things from them. Seeing her pleased satisfies me more than landing a 50 billion deal. Chloe, thank you. "Thank you for bringing her smile back. And thank you for bringing Zoey back. It's her, isn't it? She's still the same, always so careful around me. I'm such a failure as a father. Do

the

opened my heart to the Sanders, being the dutiful daughter. But I would never be

if my identity were exposed in the future, I

already severed

blamed you or

"I understand."

You don't smell good," I said with a

bet you would be a loving daughter,

released me and stood up. "Alright, let's go bake that

and said,

room wasn't luxurious, but it had a

in the kitchen, he handed me a sealed