Chapter 4

Derek sat down casually next to Amanda, his arm directly around her shoulders.

Seeing me, he frowned and complained:

"The boss is just making a fuss, it's only a cold, not letting me drink or go to work. If I hadn't begged her, she wouldn't even let me come to this business dinner."

Hearing him say this, Amanda fondly tapped his nose.

"I don't care what you say, don't complain about taking medicine later."

The two people before me were clearly a couple in love.

Her gentleness and care were also unfamiliar to me.

I held the divorce agreement in my hand, feeling strangely relieved.

Arriving at the restaurant, Amanda exchanged pleasantries with the business partners for a while.

Then she stepped back and began introducing everyone.

"This is Derek, our company's department manager."

When introducing me, the business partner's boss frowned slightly.

"I remember clearly, this gentleman went to jail for owing money. Boss Amanda, you really value loyalty."

Amanda tensed up, glanced at me, then laughed along and tacitly agreed.

During the project discussion, Amanda and Derek's seats were right next to each other.

She kept giving me eye signals, telling me to actively block drinks for Derek.

During the meal, someone noticed their intimate gestures and couldn't help but tease:

"Boss Amanda and Mr. Derek look so well-matched. I wonder if Boss Amanda is married?"

As soon as the words fell, Amanda looked at me, a flash of hesitation in her eyes.

The next second, we almost said in unison:

"No."

Even though we gave the same answer, she suddenly turned her head, looking at me in shock.

It wasn't until the business partners went to the restroom that she sent me a message:

"It's all just an act, don't take it to heart."

Amanda said it was acting, but I was telling the truth.

After all, she had already signed the divorce agreement.

I glanced at the message and flipped my phone face down.

Seeing this, Amanda sitting across from me was about to get up and come over, but I turned and went to the restroom.

Coming out of the stall, I ran into Derek.

He stood with his arms crossed, clearly in the posture of a victor.

"Jack, you're really pathetic as a man. Being despised by your wife like this, if it were me, I definitely wouldn't have the face to show up in public."

I washed my hands, indifferently saying:

"That's none of Mr. Derek's concern."

Drying my hands, I prepared to leave.

But Derek flashed in front of me, blocking my way, looking me up and down.

"How come the boss's husband is still wearing rags?"

"Oh, I forgot, Amanda probably took all the money to buy luxury custom-made clothes for me, sorry about that."

The expensive brands he wore seemed to constantly remind me of the difference between one dollar and a million dollars.

In an instant, the bitterness suppressed in my heart exploded, and I fled in a panic.

Returning to the private room, I picked up my things, ready to leave.

Amanda hurriedly came forward to stop me, her tone gentle:

"Don't leave yet, I'll take you home later."

I was about to refuse when Derek suddenly rushed in, looking panicked.

Instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Amanda immediately let go of me and ran over to ask what had happened.

Derek was frantically rummaging through his bag and all his pockets.

Then he cried out in alarm:

"My custom watch is missing!"