Deep Love Hidden From Him novel Chapter 109

Deadly silence befell the office. Things that could be smashed on the table were smashed. The coffee stains spread wildly on the project documents which were valued at hundreds of million dollars, and the expensive carpet was in a terrible state.

Only incompetent adults would smash things to vent their emotions.

No one had expected that Theodore, the president of the Godfrey Group, would make such a move. No one would believe it even if it was spread out, and even he himself thought that it was ridiculous.

Theodore sat behind his desk, gradually calming down. His cold features seemed to have been carved out of ice and his ink- black eyes were covered with a layer of frost. Other than his anger and unwillingness, there was also a deep-rooted pain in his eyes.

When Everleigh left that year, he spent a long time digging a grave in the deepest part of his heart to bury the sweet and painful moments she had brought. After a long time, he almost believed that the grave had been razed to the ground and would no longer have any effect on him.

However, since the day he saw Everleigh in the hospital, the flat ground had been quietly dug open. The pain was like a pressed spring, bouncing out crazily.

He knew that this woman was a disaster he would never be able to avoid in his life.

Class was about to begin on the first day of school.

After Christopher and Everleigh took the children to get acquainted with their new classmates in the class, they talked to the teacher about their usual habits and preferences. Then, they left the children behind and left the school.

"What do you want to eat for lunch?" Christopher drove there, and his car was parked a little far away. They walked side by side under the shade of the camphor trees at the school gate.

Everleigh looked at the time, "I still have to go back to the hospital for surgery in the afternoon. Let's have a simple meal."

"Okay, let's find a place nearby to dine in."

"Okay."

The international school was located in the old city area of Ocpeace City. The school was originally a church. Later, it was transformed into an international school. Adrienne and Alastair stayed overseas for a long time. It was not realistic for them to go to an ordinary public school, so Christopher arranged for them to be there.

There were many places for lunch nearby. Considering that they didn't have time to wait for the dishes, and they had to go to work in the afternoon, the two of them found a pasta restaurant and ordered two sets of pasta. They were served quickly.

The scent of the sauce permeated the air.

After having a spoonful, Christopher put down his fork and shook his head in disgust. "I think the pasta we ate last year at Nihonland tasted better. Adrienne had it for a few days, and she kept thinking about it after we went back."

"Mr. Meyer, can you eat some pasta quietly? Are you going to Nihonland again just for a plate of pasta?" Everleigh twirled the pasta and shoved them into her mouth.

Last winter, Christopher and she went to Nihonland together. It was snowing heavily and the place looked absolutely ethereal as if they were not on earth. At that time, they were sitting on the carpet, eating pasta. The room was very comfortable and warm.

That was the first time she and Christopher had traveled together on a long-distance trip.

However, the reason behind that was cringy.

At that moment, Christopher folded his arms and leaned against the chair, slumping as if he was boneless. "I'll go there during the winter vacation after I'm done with work."

"What's wrong?" Everleigh's heart suddenly thumped, and her face tensed. "What kind of playboy trouble did you get into again?"

"What do you mean? Am I that kind of person in your eyes?"

"Aren't you?" Everleigh rolled her eyes unceremoniously, "Didn't you go to Nihonland last year to avoid your exgirlfriend?"

"It's ex-ex-ex-ex-girlfriend," he corrected.

"One out of ten women spotted on the streets could be your ex- girlfriend. How can I remember?" Everleigh lowered her head and ate the pasta, not bothering to talk to him.