NovelOnlineChapter 0550
We froze momentarily upon seeing each other. Douglas awkwardly greeted me, saying, "Ms. Jones."
"Nicholas, what are you trying to do now?"
Upon seeing him, | couldn't help but feel my anger rising. Did he really think that what was online could make up
for everything? What he did was childish, utterly ridiculous.
"Ariana, | brought you breakfast. You haven't eaten yet, right?"
I was cold in my response, and Nicholas' expression dimmed slightly. He quickly masked the flicker of
disappointment, raising a paper bag in his hand.
"These are all your favorites. Wendy made them herself." He opened the bag, and the neatly arranged food
containers appeared before me.
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Seeing him trying so carefully to pleasefelt strange, and | didn't like it. His demeanor only remindedof
how much | used to compromise. | endured it for four years. Could he last that long?
| pushed his hand away and said coldly, "If | remember correctly, we made things clear last night. | told you
never to chere again. Never show up at my house."
| emphasized, "This is my home, Nicholas."
He froze for two seconds, and he even forgot to blink. He didn't push further as if realizing we had an audience.
"Wendy's at my place. | was worried you might not have anything for breakfast, so please take it. I'll leave now."
| slapped his hand away as he stubbornly tried to hold it out to me. Watching as his hand reddened, my face
remained expressionless.
"Take it away. | won't eat it."
Then, | pushed him away as Douglas promptly opened the car door for me.
Nicholas called out, "I know you won't eat anything from me, but Wendy made this. Are you not even gonna eat
her cooking?"
I didn't look back. I raised my hand to close the car door, and the only response he got was a brief, indifferent
thud.
| understood that there were times when things between Nicholas andwere out of our control. | didn't resist
him as much as | used to.
| thought we could maintain a decent relationship like most divorced couples did-united for the sake of the child -
but | realized | was wrong.
| had misjudged the boundaries. He thought it was okay to treat his ex-wife casually. Since that was the case,
unnecessary interactions should be cut off completely.
As Douglas moved from the backseat to the front, he didn't rush to get in. He turned to Nicholas.
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"Mr. Hawk, it's not that Ms. Jones won't eat Wendy's food. It's because it's from you that she refuses it."
Nicholas' eyes darkened as he stared at the car window, wishing he could burn a hole through the glass to my
face at that moment. But in the end, he didn't succeed.
He simply wearily waved his hand. "Take care of her."
Douglas nodded. "I will."
When our eyes met for the third tin the rearview mirror, | couldn't take it anymore. "If you have something to
say, just say it."
"Well..." Douglas responded briefly. But when it ctfor him to speak, he didn't seem to know what to say.
"How about you take a break for a while? You don't need to handle Christopher's situation personally. Just leave it
to me."
As we were talking, | noticed scommotion in front of the company. A crowd had gathered, and | quickly told
Douglas not to drive into the parking lot, but to stop in front of the office building.
Someone was crying, standing in front of a group of reporters, and vowing to seek justice.
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