NovelEnglishFirst Love 112
Chapter 112
Dexter cleared his throat. "I'm hungry."
Angela ignored him. She put on her headphones and slipped into the smaller room to study.
He felt stifled, so he knocked on the door and called her out. "Ceat withyou 100 thousand."
That was easy money.
I'll give
Angela got into the MPV Trent had arranged while calculating how much she had made off Dexter in the past few
days. It had to be at least 800 thousand by now.
He really was loaded, like a walking money tree.
The thought settled in her mind. She didn't bother guessing what was going on with him. As long as she got paid,
she could handle pretending for a while.
The restaurant was set up just for the two of them. There was a violinist and even a ballerina dancing gracefully.
A small round table for four sat in a candlelit glow. The soft light made the vast dining hall feel like a dream,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtalmost surreal.
"What on earth is this?" Angela muttered to herself. She couldn't figure out what Dexter was thinking.
Once the servers presented a variety of dishes, they stepped back politely.
"Let's eat,” Dexter said, picking up his knife and fork to slice into his steak.
After a moment, he shifted a plate of neatly cut steak toward Angela, replacing her own plate. It was a smooth
gesture, as if it were perfectly natural.
Looking at the tender pieces of steak, Angela couldn't stand it anymore. She lowered her voice and asked, "What
are you trying to do?"
She could tolerate him ignoring her, but this sudden kindness felt more unsettling.
“You don't actually like me, do you?” she asked cautiously, eyeing him warily. “You're not planning to back out of
the divorce, right?"
Dexter froze for a second, then let out a scoff. "You're getting ahead of yourself."
He paused, then lifted his gaze. "I just want to make my life easier. | can apologize for what | did a few days ago.
But please, don't give my mom any suggestions or get involved in my private life.”
When Flora returned to her room, Zion wasn't there. He was in the room next door.
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He insisted they keep sdistance to avoid people talking behind their backs about them living together
before marriage.
Flora didn't mind at first. But today, when she was sick, Zion hadn't bothered to look after
her at all.
She clutched her stomach and walked over to the next room.
The door was ajar, and she could hear voices inside.
"Don't worry, Nora. I'll get it done today. | already talked with Flora."
"She's nothing compared to you. You're on another level. I'm only using her because she has a little talent | can
exploit."
“Once she finishes this task, I'll dump her. Then, I'll find a way to kick her out of the company. After that, we can
be together."
He wasn't being loud, but the hotel was quiet, so Flora heard every word clearly. She froze in place. She had
never imagined that she was just a pawn he could discard at any time.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn that case,
fine!
Flora composed herself and knocked on the door. "Zion, are you in there?"
A moment later, Zion cto the door in slippers.
"How did it go? Did you do it?” he asked eagerly.
He didn't even notice that Flora was standing there in the cold hallway.
"Zion, I'm not feeling well today. | couldn't do it. Why don't you wear this ring instead? It'll be easier for you to do
it,” Flora said, slipping the ring off her finger.
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