Chapter 113

VERONICA “So—you’ve finally gotten back with your ex-husband,” Stan muttered, sipping his wine. I nodded, swirling the wine glass lightly, not taking a sip. “Mm-hm,” I hummed softly, “Our misunderstandings have been resolved now.” I said, recalling Christian's clear grunts, ‘Do not take even a sip of drink. I don't want that man to see you drunk! I don't trust him.’ Christian felt a pang of jealousy when I told him about having dinner with Stan, as I had previously promised him a friendly dinner. While hesitant, he expressed his deep affection before allowing me to go and carefully reminded me to keep him in my thoughts. A gentle smile graced my lips. Lately, I've felt like a lovestruck teenager, constantly reminiscing about our cherished moments together. “What are you smiling at?” Stan's words broke my thoughts, and I blinked, carefully setting down my wine glass. “Nothing, what were you saying?” I asked, flashing a smile at him. A sigh escaped his lips as he leaned forward on the ta