After Divorcing the Tycoon, I Married into a Wealthy Family Again Chapter 44: Nothing Like a Wife

The Star Tower, on the twentieth floor, is a famous nightscape restaurant in SJ City.

Florence Fuller was led by a waiter to a semi-enclosed private room, with the bustling city’s night view right outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

She arrived early, twenty minutes ahead of ti.

She glanced over the nu and waited for a while, and Luke Gardiner arrived on ti.

Seeing her glass half full, Luke Gardiner was a little surprised: "When did you get here?"

"Around six-forty."

She took a sip of water.

Luke nodded: "I was delayed for a bit, didn’t expect you to co so early."

"It’s okay." Florence handed him the nu: "You weren’t late, go ahead and order."

Luke took it over: "Is there anything you particularly like?"

"I haven’t been to this restaurant before, you decide, I’m not picky."

Luke adeptly ordered the dishes, and the waiter brought over the wine list. Luke looked at her: "Can you drink?"

Florence chose a mild bottle of red wine.

After the waiter left, only the two of them were left in the space, and Luke felt an intangible restraint, tension, a very complex atmosphere spreading.

But looking at Florence, her expression was calm and ordinary, very tranquil.

"You’ve been in SJ so long... never dined here?" Luke tried to make conversation.

Florence nodded.

"This place is quite nice, good environnt and good food."

Florence’s gaze fell on the city’s nightscape outside the window: "The place is indeed nice."

The appetizers were served, and Florence was truly hungry, picked up a fork, and began eating. Whatever Luke said, she listened, occasionally nodding.

Luke watched her eat earnestly, and the corners of his lips inadvertently curled up.

Other won dining with him would always flirt with him at the table.

But Florence... she seed to always focus on the al.

She wouldn’t be deliberately pretentious, ate when she should, and she could really eat, yet maintained a good figure.

"This year for New Year, I heard from Mom about having dinner with Grandpa, then we plan to go sowhere warm as a family; do you have any thoughts?"

Florence leisurely took a sip of water to moisten her throat: "I have other plans; I’ll have dinner with Grandpa, but I won’t join Mom’s arrangent."

Luke subconsciously frowned: "What are you going to do?"

"Going abroad."

"Where?"

He probed one step at a ti, and Florence glanced at him: "Switzerland."

"For what?"

Florence’s gaze was starting to show displeasure, and Luke realized his questioning seed unwelco, so he drained his glass of red wine: "Last year you weren’t with the Gardiner Family either, this year... truly not joining?"

Florence shook her head.

Luke fell silent too.

The al ended in near silence, and Florence handed her card to the waiter to pay. When she turned back, Luke took out a velvet box and handed it to her.

Florence looked at him: "Hmm?"

With her staring directly at him, Luke awkwardly said: "Is it wrong for to give my wife a present?"

Florence actually didn’t want to look. The waiter returned her card, she put it away, and after the waiter left, she said, "You probably want to ask about the man I fought Alia Gordon for, who that man was?"

Luke shook his head: "I do want to know directly, but this al I simply wanted to have with you."

Frankly.

Florence was slightly taken aback.

"Open it and see."

Florence nevertheless opened it, and it was a pair of jade bracelets.

"I found the previous wedding album in the villa at TJ Bay, saw you wearing a qipao with a jade bracelet, and a few days ago I ca across this style, thought it quite suited you, so I bought it."

His expression darkened as he spoke about the past wedding: "I’m very sorry, back then..."

Leaving her alone at the scene.

"You were forced to marry , and I was forced to marry you." Florence closed the box of jade bracelets: "You didn’t want it a hundred tis over, and neither did I, each with their own reasons, but that day at the wedding I was still humiliated."

Facing those sneering and mocking looks, she completed the entire solo wedding, and by the afternoon, the news of Luke Gardiner going abroad with another woman had surfaced hot on the list.

She was indifferent to Luke, but those eyes pitying her and the scornful attitude were the real blows she suffered.

She placed the jade bracelet back in front of Luke: "It’s beautiful but not suitable for ."

Luke’s throat tightened, knowing she rejected his apology.

"Marrying into the Gardiner Family, indeed due to the position of a young lady, many unnecessary troubles were spared for . Perhaps you’re right to think a lot; I married for the Gardiner’s status and power, you don’t need to apologize. I was humiliated, but likewise, due to being the Gardiner’s young lady, I also gained benefits, we’re even, let’s consider it even."

"But not because of . To you, I’m a Gardiner, not a Luke Gardiner, right?" Luke said.

She didn’t seem like a wife at all.

She never inquired about any of his affairs; even sitting calmly today, Florence would not ask a single question about his past.

She wouldn’t get upset over outside affairs, wouldn’t ask him for help, and wouldn’t flatter him.

Luke reached a conclusion.

She didn’t care.

No wonder that divorce agreent lay untouched for so long; perhaps from the start, she just wanted to escape the Fuller Family.

He felt uncomfortable, but thought he shouldn’t feel this way.

Marrying her, previously knowing she didn’t care about his matters, he even enjoyed it, felt quite at ease, but now, he hoped she would show so interest, question, or ask.

Not a single word.

He also knew, if he didn’t connect with Florence, they would soon return to their original state.

Just maintaining a mutual understanding of harmony in front of Grandpa, seldom eting, even if occasionally encountering, rely passing by.

Luke blinked, his eyes tinged with amusent; he only contacted her because of Grandpa. Grandpa said as long as there’s a child, he wouldn’t care about anything else in the future.

Moreover, he just thought Florence looked good enough to arouse his desire.

Nothing more.

He was just driven by his own goals.

"Pretty good!" Luke chuckled with ambiguous aning: "Neither has wronged anyone."

Florence nodded: "Then we’ve eaten, let’s go our separate ways."

"Let’s go." He stood up, his voice sounding exhausted: "Let’s go."

The two left the restaurant together, not saying a word from beginning to end. Downstairs, Florence’s driver arrived, she looked at Luke: "I’m leaving first."

She said it without waiting for his response, got directly into the car.

Luke walked to his car, stood quietly, the car window reflecting his figure, he couldn’t see his expression, but he knew he was very angry, furious.

He kicked the car hard.