We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out

Chapter 1838 The Ex-Fiancé’s Remorse

Feeling her phone vibrate, Bella's tense heart finally eased. She had designated Elisa as her emergency contact when they had gone phone shopping together, a decision that was proving invaluable now. Bella couldn't help but feel gratitude for Elisa's foresight.

With the SOS message sent, Luke swiftly handled the waiter incident, promptly dismissing the unfortunate staff member.

However, Bella wasn't concerned with the waiter's fate. Her mind was entirely occupied with devising a way to communicate with Elisa without arousing Luke's suspicion.

In the meantime, Luke continued to serve the food, and his gaze was locked onto Bella's untouched plate. His expression held neither warmth nor anger, making it difficult to gauge his genuine emotions. He simply inquired, "Why aren't you eating? Doesn't suit your taste?"

Bella shook her head. "Not hungry right now."

Luke smiled, his tone light, "How can you not be hungry? You only had fried noodles for lunch, and you've been running on empty since leaving the office."

Bella pounded the table, shot to her feet, and glared down at Luke, demanding, "How dare you spy on me?!"

Luke wiped his hands and adopted a composed demeanor as if he were a refined young gentleman rather than the destitute figure she'd once known. He slowly rose to his feet, casting a shadow that loomed over Bella.

is a strong word. Let's just say I've been quite curious

unrelated events to fall into place like puzzle pieces, leading to a

who arranged that rented house. And those monthly flower deliveries

grinned, neither confirming nor denying her

Luke at this moment was a losing battle. She was acutely aware that letting her anger loose now would only come back

sat

if finding a middle ground, Bella picked up her fork and spoon, focusing solely on the dishes Luke had just

back in his chair, a grin

you?" Bella nonchalantly inquired with a glint

didn't dodge the truth but brushed it with a light touch, "You've got your bag of tricks, and I've got my own methods to scale

across, capturing Bella's hand, brushing off her slight resistance, and placed it over his heart. "Prison time is a reflective period. I know I screwed up. Looking back on our moments, I see my blindness and foolishness. I let go

Let's just say I've been

a composed facade. She'd heard these lines one too many times. But in the end, didn't he betray her