Chapter 936
Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again
Chapter 936 Tobyâs Gift âWhy are you acting all jealous?â Looking at the manâs wry face, Sonia was at a loss. Sneaking a glance at her, Toby replied, âBecause I care. Thatâs why Iâm jealous.â
That sounds about right, she thought. âAlright, then how about I tell you something that will cheer you up?â Sonia gently nudged the manâs shoulder with her elbow. The man then grabbed her playful arm and gently squeezed it. âWhat is it?â
âDo you know what Charles had told me?â Sonia had her eyes on Toby. Her question prompted Toby to purse his lips. âI wouldnât know since you two were talking behind my back.â
She rolled her eyes. âWhat do you mean behind your back? Donât put it as though Iâve done something wrong to you. Didnât I tell you everything when you asked me who I was talking to?â How is that going behind him?
He only grunted and said nothing more.
Sonia laughed helplessly as she watched Toby acting this way. âAlright, alright. Iâll stop with the suspense. Charles complained and asked me what have you done to his parents for them to have such a good impression of you. With how they kept singing praises of you and even said to Charles that you were leagues better than him, Charles is left wondering if youâre their real son instead. So? Are you happy to hear youâve beaten Charles in his parentsâ eyes?â
She knew the reason Toby was always jealous upon seeing her with Charles was that he was mindful of how Charles might have feelings for her.
Thus, she thought that telling him Charlesâ embarrassing stories would appease his jealousy.
Consequently, it was just as Sonia had expected. When Toby heard Charlesâ parents were giving him the cold shoulders, the cold air around him instantly vanished while his expression brightened, and the corners of his tightly pursed lips lifted slightly.
âDid Charles really tell you that?â Toby gazed at Sonia with eyes filled with clear expectation.
Sonia nodded. âOf course. Why would I lie to you? You can ask his parents about it if you donât believe me.â
âI believe you.â At this point, Toby was already full-blown smiling from the bottom of his heart and was unable to hide the clear delight in his eyes.
Seeing the delight in Tobyâs eyes, Sonia knew that the man before her was all cheered up. âSo, are you happy now?â she asked once more.
Pretending to be reserved, he immediately shifted his sight elsewhere before giving out a fake cough and answering, âItâs alright. Feeling better than I was moments ago.â
Looking at how haughty Toby was acting, Sonia couldnât help but roll her eyes, albeit with a smile on her face. Geez, if this man is in such a good mood, canât he just admit that heâs happy? After their light banter, Sonia took a look at the time to find that it was already past noon; it was time to leave for work. âAlright, itâs getting late. Letâs go.â
Since they had skipped their work during the morning, she thought that they should at least make an appearance during the afternoon.
Toby stayed silent and only grunted a response before holding her hand. With their hands holding each otherâs, the two then left for the parking lot.
In the parking lot, Tom was leaning against Tobyâs Maybach and tapping away at his phone. It was only when he noticed the two had arrived that he put away his phone and greeted, âPresident Fuller. Miss Reed.â
Sonia nodded and smiled at Tom as a reply.
With his eyes on his assistant, Toby asked, âHave you prepared what Iâve asked?â
Tom pushed his glasses back up his nose bridge before casting a loaded glance at Sonia and nodding. âNaturally, there is nothing for President Fuller to worry about if Iâm on the job.â
Tobyâwho didnât bother with his assistantâs boastful remarksâpulled Sonia by her hand toward the trunk of his Maybach.
âWhat are you doing?â Sonia was clueless as she was led to the trunk.
With his eyes fixed squarely on the trunk, he replied in a mysterious tone, âYouâll know soon enough. Tom.â
The moment Toby called for his assistant, Tom immediately gave a response from the driverâs seat. âUnderstood, President Fuller.â
In the next instance, the trunk of the Maybach automatically unlocked and gradually opened in a rising motion. As the trunk gradually opened, it slowly revealed a different sight of the inner trunk. First, balloons came floating up, followed by the numerous fresh flowers, and finally, several exquisitely wrapped boxes.
Sonia suddenly understood what was going on, and she stared slack-jawed at the man beside her. Although she had no personal experience, she often saw such videos online where boyfriends would give gifts to their girlfriends by hiding them in the decorated trunk of a car. Now, just like the videos she saw online, Sonia was the girlfriend in this scenario.
At this moment, Sonia finally understood the surprise and excitement the girls in the videos felt when they received such an attentive and sincere gift.
With her heart beating fast, she pointed to the trunk and to herself before finally managing to react to the situation. âThis... I...â
âItâs for you. Surprised?â Toby took a glance at the romantically decorated trunk before asking gently.
Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again ï¤Chapter 935 Sonia gulped before she finally managed to nod slowly. With a slight tremble in her voice, she questioned, âSurprised, very much. But I donât understand. Why would you suddenly give me such a huge surprise? I donât recall there being any celebrations right now.â
âWho decided that you can only give your loved ones gifts during a celebration?â Toby raised his eyebrows.
She choked for a moment and was speechless over what she had heard. True, there werenât any rules saying that you can only give gifts during a celebration. âEven if you say that, I still donât understand why you would suddenly give me gifts on such a normal day? Not to mention, so many of them.â Sonia stared in confusion at the man beside her.
In truth, Toby Fuller was a romantic himself. Every now and then, he would prepare flowers and even small surprises for Sonia. Since he knew that she would never accept anything expensive, he would only prepare for her something small-scaled and that wasnât of much value. It was only then that she would accept his gifts, as she knew they were tokens of his sincerity.
However, right now, there were about seven boxes of varying sizes in the trunk. Since one couldnât see the logo of the boxes, one would have a hard time knowing exactly what the presents were. However, looking at how exquisite the boxes were along with how attentive the trunk was decorated with fresh flowers, balloons, colored lightings, and so forth, Sonia knew that the gifts were definitely not simple ones, or rather, something expensive.
For Toby to suddenly give her such a surprise and these expensive gifts, Sonia wondered just what Toby was up to, especially since these were all given to her when there was no celebration at hand. At this point, she was deep in her thoughts over Tobyâs motives for these gifts.
Looking at Soniaâs pensive expression, Toby knew that she was in her habit of overthinking again. Hence, he reached his hands out and gently stroked her head. âDonât think too much. The reason why Iâm giving all these to you so suddenly is because of Mrs. Lane.â
âMrs. Lane?â Sonia was slightly taken aback.
With his chin slightly raised, he explained, âYes. Yesterday when we went to meet them, I had prepared many gifts for the Lanes. For Mr. Lane, bottles of fine wine. For Mrs. Lane, things that women would be pleased to receive. Since Iâve prepared so many gifts for Mrs. Lane, I couldnât very well have nothing prepared for the woman I love. Thatâs why, these are all gifts Iâve prepared for you. Rest assured, they are much better than the ones Iâve gifted Mrs. Lane.â
Hearing the manâs explanation, she was utterly dumbfounded with her eyes widened. She never would have expected that Toby would suddenly give all these gifts to her for such a reason. Nevertheless, at this moment, Soniaâs heart was leaping with joy.
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