After the Divorce, He Cried and Begged for Remarriage

In the next few days, I immersed myself in work and was very fulfilling.

James took the initiative to call me which was rare.

"Chole, are you angry with me?"

I was confused and didn't understand what he was talking about.

"No."

James heard a bit stubborn, "You are angry with me. You haven't called me for three days. It was my fault that I broke my promise that rainy day, but I was really too tired. If you feel uncomfortable, then I apologize to you."

"Sorry, it's all my fault."

He said in a superior tone. After a busy day, I didn't bother to argue with him.

"Well, I know. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up first."

"Wait! I'm downstairs at your company. Come down and let's have a meal together."

I still had some work to deal with. It was already half an hour later when I finished my work and got down.

Opening the door of the passenger seat, I found that Fiona was also there.

She dressed up pure and lovely. When she saw me, she smiled sweetly.

"Chole, I'm a bit carsick. Do you mind if I sit in the front?"

James darkened his face and didn't say a word. I thought he must be angry for waiting for me for half an hour.

"It's okay. You can sit."

I opened the back door and got in.

During the meal, Fiona served James food as if there was no one else around. From time to time, she even gave me a provocative look.

I pretended not to see and just focused on eating.

I had been working all day and I was quite hungry.

The editor-in-chief said that I did a good job on this project and the boss was very satisfied. Maybe I would get a promotion and a raise. Just thinking about this, I felt relieved.

Suddenly, James dropped his fork with a loud sound.

"I'm full." He said.

After saying that, he grabbed his coat and angrily stood up, and Fiona quickly followed.

When I went out, they were already gone.

So, once again, I was left on the street.