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.

was sitting in the passenger’s seat, turned around abruptly. “Why is he looking for

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! Let me reply to this for you, darling.” Charles began to type as he spoke. “If you truly feel like you’ve wronged me, then why don’t

is it, darling? It’s not too bad,

looked positively happy when he heard that. Carl rolled his eyes at Charles before he hastily joined

you’d do a good job, but I’d rather you focus on driving now.

for you to do that.” Sonia patted the

timid “Okay”. Charles shot him a boastful grin, but Carl

had replied to his message. Ever since they had a divorce, Sonia was cold and distant toward him, so she’d only reply with a short text if he sent her anything. She would never bother typing such a 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 questions were, Toby felt an uneasy feeling in

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

received his 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 couldn’t be bothered to read his texts

without getting any reply. He pressed his lips into a thin line when he finally understood that Sonia had no plans

the base of his wine glass against the table. All of a sudden, the neck of the wine

to clean it up immediately. “Are you

almost as if he couldn’t feel the pain at all. After cleaning his wound, he threw the tissue aside and pulled out a handkerchief from his chest

stuck his hands into his pockets and strode out of

couldn’t picture what Sonia would do with Carl or Charles, and he felt the urge to resort to violence whenever he tried imagining them together. So, he had

up to something with Charles