The Boss Went Crazy After Divorce

“I’m sorry.”

Filip leaned over and picked up the cup, placed it on the table, withdrew his hand and subconsciously curled his fingers, which still had the slightly cool temperature of the back of Starry’s hand on his fingers.

Dark eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Starry’s hand without a trace.

He rarely remembered that year when they got married, he pushed the wedding ring inside Starry’s ring finger, the hand on his palm, through the thin gloves, but also with a few coolness.

Starry didn’t care: “It’s nothing, I’ll make you another cup.”

Soon she came back with a new glass of honey water for Filip, “Sit down for a while while I cook the noodles.”

Hearing her words, Filip withdrew his thoughts and hummed softly, “Hmm.”

Starry turned around and walked towards the kitchen after she finished speaking. He inclined his head and looked at her back, feeling only a little hot and couldn’t help but raise his hand to loosen the first two buttons on his collar.

It didn’t take much time to cook the noodles, but in fifteen minutes, Starry had come out with two bowls of noodles.

Filip saw this, got up and walked over to the table.

Starry put the larger bowl of noodles in front of him, “Did I overcook it?”

“Not much.”

Filip took the chopsticks and sat down across from her, “What did you want to talk to me about?”

The noodles are still very hot, and at this time it is not possible to get into the mouth.

Starry pulled out the text messages from his phone and immediately put them in front of Filip: “I’m not doing very well lately, the doctor suggested I be hospitalized, but I refused.”

She is not used to asking for help. Starry deliberated for a few seconds before she spoke the words.

Filip But a few seconds to read the text message all, black eyes inside as if gathered a storm, his body aura obviously cold down: “Who sent you?”

Starry shook his head: “I’m not sure who sent it to me for now, I can only say I have a guess.”

She said, pausing for a moment and looking down at the hot noodles rising in front of her, “But whoever it was, I think the other person knew about my situation, and these texts he sent were too purposeful. I’ve taken so many drugs over the years, and it’s not like I want to go back to square one, I want to keep living.”

The last six words, she said almost through clenched teeth, like a person who fell into the water with all her strength to ask for help.

Filip listened to the syllables at the end of those words and just felt as if his heart had been pricked by something.

He looked at Starry and spoke in a deep voice, “What do you want me to do?”

“I want to call the police.”

Filip instantly understood what she meant: “I’ll get you a new lawyer.”

“Thanks.”

Talking to smart people just doesn’t take much effort.

This is the first time she opened her mouth to Filip for help, Starry was relieved, she did not have a penchant for selling misery, nor did she want any sympathy from anyone, she just wanted to, to live well.

This thing he will help her out, but another thing: “The hospitalization, I can also help you if you are worried about IzabellaEdward and the others finding out.”

Starry refused outright, with a strong attitude, “I don’t want to be hospitalized.”

She didn’t want to be hospitalized, not only because she didn’t want Edward to know about her bad situation, but she didn’t want to be stuck in that little square of heaven and earth, with only treatment and medication every day.

There was no way she could accept that kind of life.

Seeing that she was so insistent, Filip didn’t say anything else: “When do you want to go to the police?”

“In a couple of days.”

She wanted to see if the other party was really trying to put her to death.

After she finished, she looked up and glanced at Filip : “Eat the noodles, they’re getting cold.”

Filip averted his eyebrows, did not say anything else, lowered his head and ate the noodles.

The wind blowing in from the balcony was cool and comfortable, just right.

Starry ate slowly, Filip finished the bowl of noodles, she only ate two-thirds of it.

He put his chopsticks down and sat there without leaving until she finished eating before Filip said, “Mind if I stay tonight?”

He said, after a pause, his dark eyes looked inside her almond eyes, “I’m not quite sure about your state.”

If Filip had said this in front of the food, Starry would have been able to reject it.

But now, long before he opened his mouth, she had already “asked for help”, and now refuse again, inevitably seems a little pretentious.

Starry pursed her lips for a moment, “Okay.”

Filip reached over and pulled the bowl from her heel before she did, carried it into the kitchen, and put the dishes inside the dishwasher.

Starry twisted his head to look at him, lightly raised an eyebrow, got up and poured a glass of warm water, walked to the couch and took a sleeping pill.

Filip came out just as she was taking a sleeping pill.

Starry used to avoid him when she took her medication, but tonight she is half-heartedly not avoiding him, so obviously she has accepted the fact that he knows.

The pants at his ankles were stained with water and hit him uncomfortably with every step he took.

Filip frowned a little and walked over, “Sleeping pills?”

Starry nodded, “I only took one, to help me sleep.”

Saying that, she looked down at the time, “It’s almost ten o’clock, I’m going to rest.”

“You can call me if you can’t sleep, I don’t go to bed that early.”

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Starry paused in his steps, “Good.”

But Filip guessed that she couldn’t sleep tonight, even with sleeping pills.

Sleepy is sleepy, but people lying in that bed, a closed eye is the content of the three text messages, the pressure can not sleep.

Starry lay down for an unknown period of time, the more sleepy she became, the lighter she had to sit up and turn on the room light again.

When he took his phone and saw the time, Starry couldn’t help but raise his hand and press his temple.

Can’t sleep, when I close my eyes is the content of those three text messages.

Starry lifted her head when the knock sounded and looked at the door until the second knock sounded and she got out of bed and opened the door.

Outside the door stood Filip, his short hair still condensed with water droplets, he should have just finished showering.

“Can’t sleep?”

Starry pursed her lips and nodded, “I always think of those three text messages.”

The phone in her hand vibrated just as the words left her mouth.

Filip held out his hand, “Give me the phone.”

Starry gave him a look and put the phone in his hand.

Filip read the text message, and as expected, it was those vicious words again.

He pulled the text message temporarily into the trash: “You should not read it, tomorrow I will accompany you to the police station.”

He said it firmly, apparently giving her no room to say no.

Starry took the phone back from his hand, “Thanks.”

“Can’t sleep, want to watch a movie?”

Starry’s eyebrows twitched, “Horror movies, is that okay?”

Horror movies allow her to completely empty herself so that she doesn’t have to think so much.

“Yes.”

The two went downstairs, Starry picked a horror movie, then hugged the pillows and sat down inside the sofa.

The villa was quiet, with only horrific sound effects and the screams of the actors.

Starry moved and found Filip, who was not watching TV, looking at her.