Boss, Your Wife is Asking for A Divorce, Again!

Chapter 1133

Sonia narrowed her eyes and became alerted at once. Clearly, this b*stard of a man is scheming something again!

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Toby quirked a brow seeing how alert his beloved suddenly became.

To that, Sonia snorted. "You know why I'm looking at you like this!"

"I don't!" He shook his head with bafflement, only leading her to roll her eyes at him. "Yeah, right? You know full

well."

"Do I? Why don't you tell me what I should know then, hmm?" He smirked.

She pursed her lips at that. "You know full well why I'm on guard! You want more than just a verbal thanks. Isn't it

obvious that you're implying you want to take advantage of me?"

Despite being caught red-handed, not only wasn't Toby the slightest bit flustered, but he even chuckled. "Then are

you willing to fulfill my wish?"

Sonia had just parted her lips to retort when Toby interjected, explaining, "Relax, I won't really go as far as do

anything to you when you're like this. I just want you to give me a kiss."

At that, he pointed at his face. Honestly, Sonia let her guard down after hearing his explanation.

She had indeed assumed in the beginning that the guy found his chance to do the deed with her again, so she held

her guard up against him immediately for fear that he would really do what she thought he would.

After all, she really couldn't take any more of his manhandling at the moment. If anything, it was even possible that

she'd die right on the bed.

Fortunately, it was proven in the end that she had let her imagination run wild, and Toby wasn't so deranged. He just

wanted a kiss from her.

Compared to making love, a kiss was a complete piece of cake and a very easy wish to fulfill for her.

In any case, she honestly wasn't against giving him a kiss as compared to making love.

At that, she heaved a sigh of relief and leaned close, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Are we good now?"

"Yeah, we're good." Toby nodded contentedly while cradling her in his arms.

Sonia snorted in response and entreated, "Well, go to sleep then. You have to sleep. As healthy as you are, you're

still human, and your body isn't made of steel. Your body will one day fail you if you keep treating it carelessly. So,

sleep."

At that, she shut her eyes and went to sleep, becoming an example for Toby.

Joy spread across Toby' eyes as he looked at Sonia, who was all 'I'm dead asleep', and he felt loved. How could he

not be when she was worried about his health?

"Okay, sleep." With that, he reached for the switch and turned the lights off, and the room became pitch black at

once.

Then, Toby lay back down, pulled Sonia into his arms, and gave her a kiss on the forehead before mumbling a good

night.

Sonia stiffened up in response but very quickly returned to normal, and it wasn't until Toby closed his eyes and there

were no more movements after some time that she, too, mumbled a good night.

Toby opened his eyes and allowed a hint of glimmer to flash across his fathomless gaze as he tightened his hug on

Sonia before closing his eyes back up.

It was past seven in the morning when the couple stirred again, and they were woken up by the doorbell.

Sonia reflexively frowned before reluctantly opening his eyes. It was evident that she hadn't had enough sleep and

was somewhat grumpy about it.

Toby, on the other hand, woke up pretty briskly, with the last sliver of sleepiness gone as soon as he opened his

eyes.

He lifted the covers, sat up, and was amused when he turned to find a certain someone spacing out while staring

dully at the ceiling.

"What's wrong? Still half asleep?" he asked while feeling her forehead.

Sonia blinked in response. "Hmm… a little." Her kittenish voice was laced with absolute drowsiness, and it was like

actual kitten claws were scratching at his heart non-stop, tickling him.

If he hadn't kept in mind that he had really worn her out the night before, he certainly wouldn't be holding back at

this moment and instead would be dragging her for a morning quickie, helping her wake up for good in the

meantime.

At that, his gaze dimmed. "Take a nap then. I'll be quiet," he said in a hoarse voice after suppressing his burning

desire.

"Nah, forget it." Sonia shook her head and yawned. "I have a pretty important meeting later. What if I oversleep?"

"Will you be able to stay awake then?" He looked at her worriedly, only to receive a dirty look from her. "Well, I'll

have to even if I can't, and that's no thanks to you. You couldn't have restrained yourself even a little."

Toby chuckled in response. "That's on me. Then—"

"Stop!" Sonia put her hand out at once, stopping him from continuing his words. "Don't tell me to take a day off

again. Don't worry. I'm not that fragile. I'll be alive after a wash-up and breakfast. Relax."

"Really?" He looked at her with worry still in his eyes.

Sonia nodded in affirmation. "Really. Trust me. Now pull me up."

She reached her arm toward Toby, who grabbed her wrist and pulled her up.

After sitting up, she raised both arms into the air and stretched. "Ah! Much better, and my brain is beginning to

work. Let's go. Didn't someone ring the doorbell?"

Meanwhile, she put her arms down and looked at Toby, who no longer insisted that she rested, seeing that she was

indeed much more spirited. After humming a response, he got out of bed and handed her her shirt as he stood by

the bed. "You put on your clothes first. I'll see who's at the door."

"Go ahead." She waved her hand after taking her shirt from him.

Seeing how she urged him despising, he smiled helplessly and ruffled her hair vengefully, only withdrawing his

hands after making her disheveled hair even messier. With that, he walked out of the room with a smirk.

Even when he had closed the door behind him, he could hear Sonia's furious roar, "Toby Fuller, you son of a

b*stard!"

At that, his smirk grew wider, and the smile in his eyes deepened; even the steps he took had a hint of joy to them.

On the other side of the door, Tom froze, dumbfounded with incredulity, when he found his boss answering the door

with a smile.

What the heck? President Fuller is smiling! Is he smiling at me? But when had he ever been this happy to see me at

the door?!

Having trouble believing what he was seeing, Tom took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes before putting them

back on, focusing on Toby.

The smile was still there, and it was evident that he hadn't imagined it. To think the president was actually smiling at

him!

Tom's brain had fried at this point, and he still found the moment surreal.

Hell, when had his boss ever greeted him with a good mood whenever he came over bright and early?! He could

already consider himself lucky when Toby didn't answer the door grimly, let alone smile at him.

Thus, Tom didn't feel the slightest bit flattered when he saw Toby smiling at him, but that something was up.

President Fuller must be colluding something!

His glasses reflected light as he put his guard up. "President, have you… have you met with some good news? You

look to be in a good mood."

"I am, indeed." Toby raised his chin slightly. "I've pissed a kitten off just now."

Kitten? Tom quirked a brow. "You've gotten a cat, President?"