Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute

Chapter 182: It's all in the past

The food is just about ready, and the soup and rice are ready.

Filip This person looks reserved, but is not a completely pampered master.

Starry cooked, and he had the good sense to take the dishes out of the dishwasher and rinse them.

The porcelain vessel holding the soup was a bit heavy, and the soup was hot when poured in. Filip

carried the porcelain bowl out directly after Starry poured the soup out.

Starry took the spoon and subconsciously turned her head to look at him.

When she went out with the bean sprouts, Filip had already finished serving the soup.

It was still raining, and it was already dark outside.

Starry took his seat and bowed his head to drink his soup.

Filip is not a talkative person, and she doesn't say much to Filip.

The table was quiet, with only the sound of two people's chopsticks and soup spoons.

Filip took a sip of soup and looked at Starry across the table, and couldn't help but remember the two

years when they were first married, Starry was bringing him lunch to the office at least three days a

week.

He mostly sends it to Austin and eats the take-out Austin orders for him.

He remembers that at the beginning, Austin did not know why, and also praised Starry's skill a few

times, home-cooked dishes are more tasty than others.

He hated hearing people say Starry was good at that time, because the more people said Starry was

good, it only made him feel more sarcastic.

So "good" a person, but is just taking money to do things.

Later, Austin probably figured out what he was thinking, and every time he "handled" Starry's meals, he

would go to the pantry, not to mention saying "Mrs. Pearson is really good, this meat is delicious!

Pearson's cooking is really good, this meat is delicious." These words.

Old memories came to mind and Filip had a very unpleasant meal.

Starry also has little appetite, she had a bowl of soup, a bowl of rice are a little difficult to swallow.

It had nothing to do with Filip, who knew her bad moods were back in full force.

The bad illness made her not only in a bad mood, but even her appetite was extremely bad.

If Filip hadn't been there, there would have been someone else in the house, and she would have had

a bit more decency to maintain, and she might not have been able to eat even half a bowl of food.

Both of them had their own thoughts, and the dinner was not very good.

Filip eating is not slow, but this meal he ate for a full twenty minutes.

After putting down his chopsticks, he collected his thoughts and looked up at Starry who was still eating

across the table, "I'm sorry."

For his sudden apology, Starry did not react for a moment.

She also looked up at him, their eyes met in the air, and Starry swallowed the meal inside his mouth,

"More than apologizing, I'd like the two of us to cross paths a little less in the future."

Filip knew she had misunderstood, he had never liked to explain, but with Starry, he had a rare urge to

explain: "I'm not apologizing for that."

He said, paused, and opened his mouth with a few astringent words, "The lunch you used to bring me,

I hardly ever ate."

Starry froze for a moment, so many years ago, she is almost to.

She used to send Filip's lunch, all for Austin to eat, this thing, she already knew.

"Oh."

She responded indifferently, with a faint expression on her face, looking unconcerned: "It's all in the

past."

Filip moved his right hand, the emotions inside his black eyes tumbled, and he opened his mouth with a

voice that was already more than a little raspy: "I'm sorry for a lot of things in the past."

Starry didn't want to eat anymore, she slowly put down her chopsticks, and to Filip's apology, she only

had the words, "It's over."

Who is right and who is wrong, it is simply not clear.

She wasn't that good to him, either.

"I'm done eating, clean up, and I'll make Frances a snack later."

Filip noticed that she hadn't eaten most of the rice in her bowl, and he frowned slightly, "No appetite?"

"Hmm."

Starry got up and started to clean up, pursed her lips and added: "Maybe I ate too much in the past two

days."

Filip gave her a look, "I'll pack, you go get the rest ready."

Starry also did not refuse, put down the dishes in his hands, raised his legs and went into the kitchen.

She checked the ingredients and it was not yet time.

Starry picked up the watermelon on the ground, cut half of it, sealed the remaining half with plastic

wrap and put it in the refrigerator, and peeled the other half, cut it into pieces and put it on a fruit plate.

There is a dishwasher in the kitchen, so Filip doesn't have to wash it by hand.

Both had good table manners, and the table was clean and dry after a meal.

When I say clean up, it's really just a matter of putting the dishes in the dishwasher and wiping down

the dining room table.

Filip finished this and Starry had already cut up the watermelon.

She cut two plates, just one for each person.

Filip wipes his hands and walks to the sofa, Starry is already holding a fruit plate and eating

watermelon while watching a movie.

She was wearing a long dress, sitting with her legs crossed on the sofa, and the person was leaning

against the sofa in a relaxed posture.

It was the first time he had seen her so relaxed.

Seeing him coming, Starry said nonchalantly, "Have some after-dinner fruit."

"Hmm."

Filip responded, but didn't immediately take a seat on the couch.

He walked to the balcony and looked out at the inky black sky, "It's raining less."

Starry inclined his head and gave him a look, "Then please open the floor-to-ceiling windows a little."

With the rain, the air is much fresher, the rain is less, you can open the windows to ventilate.

Filip opened the window, the wind blew in, Starry felt a little cold, she got up and went upstairs and put

on a thin jacket and came down.

When Starry came down, Filip was looking at the picture book she had put on the coffee table earlier.

Inside are all her paintings, most of them are flowers and landscapes in the garden, occasionally a few

are the outline of a figure.

But I don't know why, Starry only sketched an outline, and then did not continue to draw.

This kind of painting appeared for several chapters in a row, Filip also see some way.

When Starry is in a good mood, most of her paintings are beautiful flowers and landscapes, and when

she is in a bad mood, they are just a few strokes of an outline.

Filip knew that Starry had come down, he still insisted on finishing the album before finally giving it

back to Starry: "You have good drawing skills."

Starry took the picture book and put it aside: "Just a random drawing."

The movie plot inside the TV screen is a bit eerie, Filip looked at it and subconsciously looked at Starry.

The bright face did not have the fear he expected, and the usually bland lake colored eyes even had a

little interest inside.

Filip was a little surprised: "You like to watch horror movies?"

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Starry responded indifferently, she did not really want to talk to Filip.

Filip didn't ask any more questions, and watched the movie idly from the sidelines.