Chapter 200
Ever since Antonio realized that I only responded to the word “divorce” and ignored everything else he said, he started using this as an excuse to get close to me.
He often ordered takeout to my place.
I threw it all away, but he didn’t give up.
He even threw away the takeout I ordered and replaced it with home- cooked meals he made.
He would also wait at my door to see when I would come out to get the takeout.
One day, after I ordered some takeout and was notified by the delivery man that it had arrived, I waited more than 30 minutes before opening the door.
Unexpectedly, Antonio burst in with some food he had made.
Sweating profusely, he even tried to sit on my couch.
I scolded him, and he could only stand at the door, saying, “Can’t you just let me sit down for a while, considering that I spent so much time and effort cooking this meal for you?”
“No way!”
Antonio said anxiously, “You weren’t like this before. Don’t you feel any distress seeing me all sweaty?”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his words.
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I thought with mockery, “Distress? When I used to cook for him and sweat my way out of the kitchen, he would just say I smelled and tell me to get away from him.
“When did he ever say he felt any distress for me?”
I shook my head and tried to usher him out.
However, he held the door frame tightly while pointing at the food he had
made.
He then took out each dish one by one.
Looking at the strange–looking dishes he had made, I felt no appetite at all. I felt even more nauseous after hearing him proudly say that he had only ever cooked for me.
However, he didn’t seem to notice anything and said to me, “Try this Fanta chicken wing, it’s delicious, and the chives are too.”
I glanced at the chicken wing and remembered that Sabrina used to call it Sabrina chicken wing, and I laughed.
Just at that moment, the takeout I had ordered arrived.
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takeout?
“Now that I have cooked for you, how could you still order in That’s going too far!
“Do you know how long it took me to prepare and cook this meal? How can you do this to me?”
I tilted my head and looked at him. “I remember you once said that eating. awful food is an insult to yourself. I think your cooking is an insult to
me”
Then, right in front of him, I started eating the takeout.
He took a bite of the Fanta chicken wing he made and immediately spat it
“Isn’t the Sabrina chicken wing tasty? Why did you spit it out after just one bite?”
“Don’t mention her again. I have no feelings for her anymore. I was just fooling around with her. You are and will always be my wife.”
I nodded. “Really?”
He burnedly added. “She’s the one hooking me up, and I have never been serious with her. I was really drunk that day. Otherwise, I would never have slept with her. She’s nothing compared to you.”
He rambled on for a long time. After checking the time, I said in my mind. “Well, I hope you can still say so later.
“After all, I’ve arranged quite a show, and if you don’t say so, I won’t have the opportunity to enjoy it.”
Meanwhile, Antonio, seeing that I hadn’t reacted much, said directly to me. “Sabrina is really nothing to me, so let’s not let her get in the way of our relationship. Tear up that divorce agreement! I won’t go through the procedures with you. I will only love you for the rest of my life.”