Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 678

Without looking back, Sarah turned and left, quickly packing up her things to head home.

It had been quite a while since she last saw Melvin. She wondered if he'd been eating properly lately.

Ever since he took over Sanders Group, that guy had been so busy he barely had time to sit down for a meal. If Sarah hadn't lost her temper one day and yelled at him, he probably would've turned into some workaholic robot surviving on air.

As she walked up to the door and was about to unlock it, the door swung open from the inside.

"Oh, Marianne, you're still here? I thought you'd gone home already," Sarah greeted in surprise.

Marianne wiped her hands on the apron tied around her waist and smiled. "The soup's not ready yet, just needs a few more minutes. I was actually thinking about making that salad you like so much."

Sarah grinned. "Is someone else picking up Taylor today?" She knew Marianne usually left at six sharp to pick up her grandchild.

Marianne headed back into the kitchen as she replied, "My husband's back, so I get a little break these days."

teasing with a playful wink. "Then what are you still doing here? You should hurry home! Don't keep Uncle waiting - wouldn't want him blaming us for keeping you from your precious

cheeks still flushed red at

grabbed a cherry tomato from the fruit basket and popped it into her mouth, casually asking, "Nothing happened at home while I was gone, right?" Without thinking, Marianne replied easily, "What could

second, her hands stopped

caught the change in her expression

say anything. She stood there for a long time, struggling

definitely up. She softened her voice, "Marianne, I don't know what you're worried about, but whatever it is if you don't want anyone else to know, or if you just want me to pretend I never

Marianne at ease. She set down her knife, turned around, and

Melvin hasn't been in a good mood these days. He hasn't been eating much either. If you get a chance, you should

a moment, then asked,

Madam. I didn't catch exactly what they were fighting about, but after that

a small,

She placed her half-eaten tomato on the table, patted Marianne's arm, and promised, "Don't worry, Marianne. I'll go talk to Melvin and make sure he

laughing, shaking her