Chapter 144


    Chapter 144 Breakfast Appointment


    Unable to figure out the reason behind this, I stopped thinking about it.


    Turned around, started the car and returned to the Conner family.


    The next day.


    Outside the gate of the Conner family, I was momentarily taken aback by the tall man standing next to


    the ck McLaren.


    The man saw meing out, his dark eyes fell on me, his handsome face was calm and emotionless.


    He took a few steps towards me with his tall and straight body, stopping at a distance of one meter


    from me. With a deep and attractive voice, he asked, “Do you have time? Let’s have breakfast


    together.”


    I…


    I’ve seen people arrange for lunch and dinner before, but it’s the first time I’ve seen someone arrange


    for breakfast. Walter’s way of doing time I’ve seen someone arrange for b things is indeed unique.


    After all, we needed to find a time to sit down and sort out the matters after the divorce. That’s fine.


    Although it’s not auspicious to talk about divorce early in the morning, it’s always better to do things


    sooner rather thanter. It’s good to settle it early.


    I looked at the man in front of me, who was much taller than me, and nodded, “Okay.”


    Once on the car, both Walter and I remained silent. Perhaps by now, there was nothing left to say to


    each other, so the entire journey was surprisingly quiet.


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    Half an hourter, the car stopped in a private garden, where a two- story building was constructed. It


    was quaint and valuable. Building such a small building in a bustling yet peaceful ce was indeed


    luxurious.


    Walter led me into the building and directly up to the second floor. After finding a seat by the edge, he


    looked at me and asked, “What would you like to eat?”


    I shook my head, who could eat anything so early in the morning?


    Seeing this, he didn’t ask any more questions. He simply told the waiter, “Bring some stomach-soothing


    food.”


    The waiter nodded in response and then left.


    The ce was originally quiet, and neither Walter nor I spoke, making the atmosphere inexplicably


    even more silent.


    “Are you feeling better?” These words came from Walter’s mouth.


    I was taken aback for a moment, not reacting immediately to his sudden inquiry about my health. It was


    onlyter that I remembered, I had returned from Chesterburg a while ago. Perhaps it was due to


    Ezra’s death and Ashley’s shamelessness, I had a high fever for a few days afterwards. It wasn’t a big


    deal, it had already passed.


    But we haven’t seen each other for a while, how did he know I was sick?


    Although I felt strange inside, I didn’t ask him. I just said lightly, “Much better.”


    “That’s good,” he said calmly, nodding.


    I furrowed my brows, puzzled in my heart, but didn’t speak ?up.


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    After these dry words, the atmosphere quieted down again. I nced sideways at the camphor tree


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    outside the window, which had lost all its leaves, bare and stark. The surrounding flowers and nts


    were the same, a scene of lifeless gloom that was unavoidably depressing.


    A few minutester, the waiter served the dishes.


    Looking at the dozen or so different breakfasts on the table, I couldn’t help but be amazed. Two people


    ordered so much, even an emperor wouldn’t dine like this.


    Suppressing the urge toin, I still didn’t say another word.


    Walter ced a shrimp dumpling in front of me, saying softly, “It tastes good, try it.”


    I pursed my lips, didn’t move, and looked up at him, “The Hinton


    Group should have quite a few things waiting for you to deal with. If there’s anything, just say it.”


    Early in the morning, I really didn’t have the appetite to taste delicious food.


    He subtly furrowed his brows without a trace, his dark eyesnding on me. His voice was cold and


    emotionless, revealing no joy or anger, simply stating, “Let’s talk after you’ve eaten.”


    I couldn’t help but lower my gaze, truly unable to figure out why he was looking for me so early in the


    morning. Inevitably suspicious, I thought through all the possibilities in my mind.


    Looking up at him, I asked, “Is there anything you’re not satisfied with in the divorce agreement?”


    Actually, what I meant to ask was whether he wanted to add anything. After all, we had lost our child,


    and knowing his character, he probably didn’t want to owe me anything. So, he might be thinking about


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    I wasn’t sure if it was the way I asked, but his dark eyes slightly sank, carrying a bit of a subdued


    restraint. After a brief pause, he opened his mouth somewhat domineeringly, “Eat your breakfast!”


    This statement was filled with sheer dominance and irrationality, and if you listened carefully, there was


    also a hint of anger.


    I really couldn’t figure out what he was thinking, and I didn’t have time to keep going on like this with


    him. So, I simply stuffed the shrimp dumpling he had given me into my mouth. With my mouth full, I


    barely tasted anything as I looked at him and mumbled, “I’ve eaten, now you talk.”


    Seeing me like this, a hint of amusement flickered in his extremely attractive eyes. With a slight sense


    of helplessness, he picked up some more food from the table and ced it in front of me, his voice


    carrying a hint of indulgence as he said, “Try this one too.”


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