Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute

Chapter 161 She is not scheming

It was a rare day, and when the doorbell rang, she was painting the sky from the balcony of her study.

The color was almost done. She threw the brush in her hand into a bucket of water and looked at the

blue sky on the paper until the doorbell rang again, then she got up and headed downstairs.

She wore a long beige knitted dress today, painting for fear that her hair would be blown around by the

wind and stained with paint to ruin the painting, she used a shark clip to pull her long hair up before.

Long hair was pinned at the back of the head, leaving only some loose strands at the bun, and the

whole person was like dipping inside the Zoowan.

Filip first saw Starry's slender white swan neck, her hair pinned up, slender neck from the collar fully

exposed, watching her walk far away, as if a proud swan.

But now this swan is sick.

Dark eyes sank slightly, Filip pressed down his thoughts and met Starry's eyes, "Sorry, I've had a

headache all day today."

Starry pursed his lips, raised his hand and pressed a button on the side, the black iron door slowly

opened.

"Did you see a doctor?"

"Hmm."

He lied unhurriedly, and Starry didn't doubt it, "Does Frances know?"

"I don't want her to know."

Starry gave him a look, "Also."

Such a thing is really not suitable to let old Mrs. Pearson know worried.

And, migraines, too, are really badly treated.

Starry poured him a glass of water, "My technique is not very good either, you should ask Austin to find

you a professional practitioner."

Filip took the water and the man sat down on the couch, he frowned, "I'll do it as soon as I can."

He took a sip of water and looked to Starry: "I can leave if you think I'm bothering you."

"Not so much to bother, I just thought that I would hold you up."

She made a double entendre.

Whether Filip's migraine is real or not, once or twice he comes to her, Starry will still accept Filip on the

face of old Mrs. Pearson.

But more than that, she doesn't have that patience anymore.

Filip put down his cup and swept his eyes to the pill box on the side.

That is Starry bought his own pill box, the pill box inside the divided by the amount of medicine, the pills

inside was removed from the packaging, Filip can not recognize what kind of medicine.

Starry noticed his eyes, and she walked over to put the pill box away in a small basket on the table.

"Austin's been looking for someone lately."

Filip saw this and withdrew his eyes as if he had seen nothing.

The root soup cooking inside the kitchen smells good, Filip can smell it.

"Do you mind if I have dinner here?"

Starry was a little surprised, she knew Filip for so many years, this is the first time he asked for her

dinner.

It's just a meal, Starry naturally won't refuse: "Then you-"

"I'm not in a hurry."

He said, suddenly took off his suit jacket, unbuttoned his cufflinks, stood up while pulling up his sleeves

and asked her, "Let me help you wash the dishes."

"No, you just sit down."

Starry took a look at Filip that hands, that hand up and down is hundreds of millions of in and out, not

suitable for her to help wash dishes and cook.

Filip didn't answer, he got up straight away and went into the kitchen, "What are you cooking tonight?"

Starry followed him, pursed her lips slightly and turned to the refrigerator to fetch the dishes she

wanted to eat this evening.

She took a box of Dutch beans and handed it to Filip: "Why don't you take this off?"

Filip will not pick.

He took the box and looked straight at Starry: "How do you pick it?"

Starry was rarely stunned for a moment, looking at him with a slight curl of his lip, taking the box back

from his hands.

She opened the box, took a piece from it, and showed Filip how to pick it: "Here, break off both ends."

Filip looked and thought it wasn't too hard, "I got it."

He moved the box to his heel, put his head down and started picking Dutch beans.

Starry washed her hands, looked at him, her red lips moved slightly, and finally held her words back.

Forget it, let's talk about it after we eat. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Inside the kitchen was quiet, only the sound of Starry chopping vegetables.

Filip soon finished picking the Dutch beans and when he looked up, he saw Starry shredding the green

peppers.

Her hands were white, holding the knife, which was gently lifted and gently dropped, a few times a

second, the back part of the knife never left the board.

Such a fast and beautiful knife work, it does not take five or six years to practice.

Filip thought of her past lunch delivery to himself, suddenly felt some blockage in his heart, he silently

went out of the kitchen.

With one less person inside the kitchen, Starry's chopping movements gave a pause, but in a second,

she resumed.

It was already a little dark at six o'clock when Filip went out to the balcony.

The wind blew over, carrying the cold after nightfall.

He subconsciously felt towards his chest and raised his hand, only to find his jacket inside the sofa.

Filip looks inside, and from his angle, he can see Starry in the kitchen.

She had a brown apron tied around her body and was slightly bent over, handling ingredients at the

counter.

The light hit her body and the whole kitchen felt like it was dripping with warmth.

Before the divorce, he seldom looked at Starry in such a serious way, and it was only after the divorce

that Filip realized that Starry was different from the one he had known.

She is not scheming and has never really counted on him.

That marriage of theirs is written in black and white.

She wants money, he wants marriage.

The contract expired, and she never had a half-assed pester.

Even if it is love, she has her own principles and self-respect.

He thought that this would be the biggest reason why he suddenly found his heart fluttering a year and

a half after his divorce from Starry.

Inside the kitchen Starry had already handled the ingredients, she turned on the fire and also the

smoking hood.

Filip watched her methodically heat the pan and pour the oil, but I found it very pleasing to the eye.

He was upset and wanted to smoke, but now he is surprisingly calm.

Filip stood at the balcony for a while longer, remembering the pill box he had just seen, he lifted his

legs and walked inside the villa.

Just now the pill box was Starry randomly thrown into the basket, Filip walked over and saw it.

He reached down and picked up the pill box, opened the box, took a picture of the medicine with his

phone, and then he put the box back.

When Starry came out after copying the first course, he went back into the kitchen and brought her

stew to the table, and it was twenty minutes later when the two sat down at the table.

Starry put the soup in front of Filip, and she twitched her eyebrows: "Frances would think twice if she

knew."

She said this casually.

But the speaker has no intention, but the listener has an intention.