Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1684

A mocking smile pulled at the corners of her lips. "I doubt Mr. Michell would have the stomach for the kind of food I enjoy."

Steve's breath hitched, the fingers resting at his sides curling inward sharply. Her words struck him like a resounding slap to the face. Memories from long ago instantly flooded his mind. Back then, they were still bound together by a marriage certificate, and Sylvia was just the cautious, eager-to-please girl living in the Michell family estate. He remembered coming home from work one day to find her sitting on the sofa, her eyes crinkling with sheer delight as she enjoyed a small cake. She had looked at him with bright, shining eyes, holding up her spoon to ask if he wanted a bite.

What had he said back then? He had stared down at her with undisguised disgust and coldly replied that he didn't need it, claiming that too much sugar made people stupid. For some reason, the image of her smile stiffening and fading away remained painfully vivid in his mind.

Then there was another night he returned late, catching her with a massive portion of spicy crawfish. Her hands were coated in red chili oil, and her eyes were rimmed red, perhaps from the spice, yet she still offered him a taste. He had been so insufferably arrogant back then, ruthlessly piercing her with his words. He had told her that unlike her, he didn't just shove any random garbage into his mouth. From that day onward, Sylvia had never invited him to share a meal again.

Fate certainly had a cruel sense of humor. The girl he had once sneered at and dismissed had now become the untouchable ache in his heart. Now that he was lowering his pride to invite her for a simple meal, all he received was her merciless mockery and rejection. A heavy shadow of remorse flashed through his eyes. He frowned, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty as he opened his mouth to speak.

Ding. The elevator arrived at the ground floor lobby, the metallic doors slowly sliding open. Unwilling to linger for even a fraction of a second, Sylvia clicked her heels against the floor and hurried out.

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