This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

Chapter 223

Toby’s lips twitched a little. He intended to say that he had fallen for Tina because of the lovely traits that he had seen through her letters to him. However, he couldn’t seem to bring himself to utter the words even though they were at the tip of his tongue. Does Tina really have good traits? Her alter ego doesn‘t have it, obviously. But it seems like I can‘t find any good traits even in her original person. All I can think of are the negative things like her pettiness and stinginess. The Tina I know today is nothing like the lively, kind, and perfect Tina I met through the letters. I sometimes feel like I can no longer love her. However, I swore even before I met Tina in person that I would make sure she would be happy for the rest of her life. So, I will not give up on her even if I feel like I can‘t love her anymore. Unless... Tina wasn‘t the one who wrote to me at all. Could that be possible?

A self-deprecating look flashed across Toby’s eyes for a brief moment, and he took a glass of red wine from the waiter’s tray before he replied to Brenda, “I love her because I love her. There’s no need for a reason.”

“I apologize for being so blunt, but an outstanding man like you shouldn’t fall for someone like Miss Gray. Furthermore, I’m sure you’re able to see what sort of person she is, President Fuller.” Brenda moved her wine glass in circles as she smiled at Toby.

Toby sucked his lips inward. “I do. But I’ve made a promise to Tina.”

“You sure place a lot of weight on your promises, President Fuller. However, I still hope that you can leave Miss Gray as she’s not a good fit for you. She doesn’t match up to your standards, and she’s nothing in comparison to your ex-wife. More importantly, she might end up causing even bigger troubles someday. I think you should really consider my words, President Fuller.” Brenda left after finishing her sentence.

Brenda only bothered to speak up because of her gratitude toward Rose. When Brenda was younger and had been bullied by her grandmother, it was Rose who had stepped forth to help her. That was why Brenda wanted to return the favor by giving Toby some advice. However, whether or not Toby listened to her words was completely up to him.

Toby’s gaze darkened as he watched Brenda walking off. He looked as if he was contemplating something. A while later, he finished his red wine and pulled his phone out to send Sonia a text. I’m sorry about tonight!

Sonia was in the car, and she had been talking to Charles and Carl when her phone rang. She pulled it out and took a glance before frowning. Carl, who was driving, noticed the annoyance on her face through the rearview mirror. “Who is it, Sonia?”

“Toby,” she replied.

passenger’s seat, turned around abruptly. “Why

just sent me a text. Let me read it,” Sonia said as she opened Toby‘s message. She sneered when she saw the short text from Toby. Upon seeing that, Charles snatched her phone over curiously, but he merely rolled his eyes after he saw the text. “He’s apologizing on behalf of Tina again, isn’t he? He has been apologizing for her so frequently in the past few months. I’m sick of it even if he isn’t!

too bad,

positively happy when he heard that. Carl

I’d rather you focus on

you to do that.” Sonia patted the back of the driver’s

a boastful grin, but

long paragraph. So, was it Carl or Charles who had sent me this message? Where are they? How did one of these two guys use Sonia‘s phone to reply to me? Are they in own their houses, or are they in Sonia‘s house? Regardless of what the answers to his

his nose and suppressing the anger within him, he finally sent Sonia another text.

I can‘t believe he could tell that I wasn‘t the one who sent that text. Well, so what if he could tell? Do I need to explain myself to him? Sonia sneered before she switched her cell phone off. She

pressed his lips into a thin line when he finally understood that Sonia had no plans of replying to him. What is she doing now? Why isn‘t

glass against the table. All of a sudden, the neck of the wine glass shattered, and the glass shards sliced his palm open. A mixture of red wine and blood spilled all over

over to clean it up immediately. “Are you okay, President Fuller?

his wound, he threw the tissue aside and pulled out a handkerchief from his chest pocket. He then wrapped it around his palm and tied a knot; he considered

hands into his pockets and strode out of the

what Sonia would do with Carl or Charles, and he felt the urge to resort to violence whenever he tried imagining

look and check if she was up to something with Charles or