This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

She sputtered at this. “What’s going on in that mind of yours, Charles? I wouldn’t just let him have his

way with me!”

“I’m serious, baby. You have to watch your back. Toby still hasn’t given up on you and now that he’s

saved you from death, I wouldn’t put it past him to use your gratitude as leverage and ask you for some

strange favor. You and I both know you wouldn’t turn him down if that were to happen because you owe

him one.”

Upon hearing this, Sonia frowned, but she regained her composure in the next second and flashed a

quick smile at Charles. “He’s not like that. I know him and he’s not such a low-life that he’d resort to

something like that.”

This wouldn’t be the first time she owed Toby a favor, after all, given that he had helped her out with the

bank loan that racked up to billions and the project collaborations.

He could have used those as valid reasons to force her into returning his favor in whatever way he

pleased and she would have been cornered. However, he never did and she was firm in her stance that

it wasn’t in his nature to do something as underhanded as that.

At the sight of her nonchalance, Charles sighed in resignation. “Fine, then. I rest my case. Anyway, just

keep your guard up around him and remember that I’m just one call away if you run into trouble.”

“Got it,” she said with a reassuring nod before waving goodbye at him as she ducked into the car and

drove away.

Forty minutes later, she arrived outside Toby’s room. The door was closed, but she picked up on muffled

speaking voices coming from the other side, which meant Toby was likely engaged in a phone call.

Sonia raised a hand and knocked on the door. It opened the next moment to reveal a middle-aged

woman wearing a caretaker’s uniform on the other side. The woman gave Sonia a polite smile and

asked, “Hello, Miss. How may I help you?”

“I’m here to see President Fuller. I brought him dinner,” Sonia informed, showing the woman the thermal

flask that she was carrying.

Realization immediately dawned upon the caretaker. “Oh, you must be Miss Reed.”

An astonished Sonia asked, “You know me?”

The caretaker smiled and nodded in earnest. “Yes. When I came in to attend to Mr. Fuller earlier, he told

me that a young lady will be dropping by with his dinner and that I was to let her in without any question.”

“I see,” Sonia responded after hearing the explanation. So, he told the caretaker about me in advance.

“Please come in, Miss Reed. Mr. Fuller has been waiting for you for a while now,” the caretaker ushered

as she stepped to the side to make way for Sonia.

Sonia raised a brow. “A while?”

“That’s right. He sent me out to the balcony ten minutes ago to see if there was any ‘pretty young lady

with a thermal flask’ approaching the ward,” the caretaker confessed with good humor.

“My goodness.” Sonia laughed. “Thank you for taking the trouble.”

She figured Toby was really ravenous if he had been so desperate for her arrival. Then again, it was

drawing close to 8:00PM and she was admittedly late.

As such, with the thermal flask in hand, she walked into the hospital ward.

At first glance, he was leaning against the headboard with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep. However,

she knew for a fact that he was wide awake because it had only been moments ago that she heard him

speaking on the phone.

She carefully tread over to his bed before she placed the thermal flask on the beside table as quietly as

possible. Then, she softly called out his name. “President Fuller.”

The sound of her voice appeared to have awakened him whereby he turned to fix his gaze on her as he

said, “Oh, you’re here.”

“Yes, I am.” Sonia nodded apologetically. “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting. I made some chicken

chowder and mincemeat pie and don’t worry, it’s all low-sodium. Here, see if you like them.”

As she said this, she opened up the flask and proceeded to ladle the chowder into a bowl.

Toby took in her gesture and his features softened as he replied, “I’ll like anything you make.”

She froze when she heard this, but just as quickly, she brushed it off and went on to heap chowder into

the bowl. After having done so, she handed the bowl over to him. “Careful, it’s still hot.”

Then, Toby propped himself up with one arm and having straightened his posture, he graciously took the

bowl and responded, “Thank you.”

However, it wasn’t until after he had taken the bowl that they both realized his other arm wasn’t

indisposable. Needless to say, he couldn’t handle his utensils and simultaneously hold his bowl with just

one hand.

He exchanged a look with Sonia, which caused the atmosphere to instantly grow awkward.

A few seconds later, a somewhat embarrassed Sonia cleared her throat and offered hesitantly, “I-I guess

I could just—”

“I’ll get down from bed,” Toby interrupted, moving to put his bowl on the bedside table.

However, Sonia stopped him from doing so and cautioned, “No, it won’t do you any good to move around

so liberally right now. Why don’t I spoon-feed you instead?”

He stiffened at this as he was surprised by her offer. Turning to darkly gaze at her, he asked in a hoarse

voice, “Are you hearing yourself? You want to spoon-feed me?”

“Yes,” she answered, a little defensive. “What’s wrong with that?”

When he saw how unaffected she was, Toby knew that she hadn’t quite caught the problem that could

arise from the offer. Since he was entertained by the idea, he let out a low chuckle and pointed out, “In

case you haven’t noticed, Sonia, spoon-feeding someone is a rather intimate gesture. Are you sure you

want to go through with it?”

Sonia gaped at him. True enough, she hadn’t thought about the underlying intimacy of her offer at all.

Although she was flustered by this, she couldn’t bring herself to take the offer back or it would just seem

plain cruel.

Or worse, it would seem like there was some spark between them that she was trying to ignore.

After considering all these, she finally took a deep breath and looked at Toby’s arm, which was wrapped

in a sling. “You’re the patient and I’m your caretaker. It’s only normal that I spoon-feed you and there’s no

intimacy here whatsoever. Now, open your mouth, President Fuller.”

She took up the bowl that he had placed on the bedside table earlier before she brought a spoonful of

chowder to her lips, blowing on it to cool it before feeding it to him.

Toby watched her with endearment and he glanced at the chowder in front of him, which smelled

delicious. At last, he parted his lips like Sonia told him to.