Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife-Chapter 29 Identical Rings

"Even if you set it to vibrate, you should have heard it."

"I didn’t want to answer."

"What? Used me and then cast me aside after crossing the river, huh.

Faye Townsend, you really can do it, and here I was just worried about you."

Faye Townsend frowned: "Thank you, I didn’t know you would worry about me.

Because didn’t I tell you before? I’m not that weak.

So your worry about me is completely unnecessary."

"Do you think the toughness you’re forcing yourself to show is true strength?

NO, in my eyes, you’re very weak."

Faye Townsend looked at Oliver Turner, puzzled.

What’s he getting angry about?

"Fine, I’m very weak, now, the very weak Faye Townsend wants to rest for a while.

Director Turner, thank you for taking me to the banquet today.

Now, you can make a perfect exit."

As she finished speaking and was about to close the door, Oliver Turner lifted his hand to block it.

Faye Townsend felt annoyed: "Is there something else?"

"Because of you, I didn’t even get to have dinner.

Don’t you think you should make it up to me by sharing a meal?"

"I haven’t committed a crime, so I won’t be compensating.

If you want to eat, there’s a restaurant downstairs."

"Of course, I know, I’m more familiar with Anchester than you are.

But right now, I need your company, let’s go."

After saying that, Oliver Turner pulled on her wrist and started to walk out.

Faye Townsend struggled a couple times but couldn’t break free; she didn’t want to argue with him in the hotel hallway.

So, she just let him have his way.

The two went downstairs to the restaurant together.

Faye Townsend watched him order a table full of dishes and kept quiet.

Once the food was served, Oliver Turner helped her with the dishes.

Faye Townsend sighed heavily: "I’m not hungry. You were the one who’s hungry, right? Hurry up and eat. Once you’re done, I need to go back to rest."

"Faye Townsend, are you really angry right now?"

Faye Townsend looked at him; of course, she wanted to rest, but he insisted on dragging her out. It would be strange if she wasn’t annoyed.

But why is he asking this?

Seeing Faye Townsend looking at him without speaking, Oliver Turner started to laugh.

"Since you’re angry, why don’t you express your emotions?

Doesn’t it hurt to keep it all bottled up inside?"

Faye Townsend picked up a glass of water and took a sip: "It doesn’t hurt."

"Ha, what a stubborn one, really, it’s my first time encountering a woman like you.

Aren’t women supposed to be gentle and sweet, capable of acting coy?

I think your title of Anchester’s Most Beautiful Socialite is totally unwarranted."

Faye Townsend turned her head to gaze out the window at the flashing neon lights.

"I was never the most beautiful socialite in the first place."

Oliver Turner raised his eyebrows and shook his head with a smile: "When you were with Hunter Warren before, were you also this quiet?"

Before? Of course not.

She talked a lot, she always had endless things to say in front of him.

But Hunter Warren’s responses were always sparse.

Still, she liked to share the trivial details of her day with him.

Even something as minor as having eaten a candied haw on a stick would be mentioned.

He was always a man of few words, so if she also stayed silent.

Then between the two of them... it would be like living in a mute’s house.

"Director Turner, eat first, talk later; you better eat quickly."

Faye Townsend put down her water glass, hugged her arms and once again looked out the window.

Oliver Turner curled his lip into a devilishly charming smile: "Has anyone ever told you?

Your profile is very beautiful, very enchanting."

"Thank you." Faye Townsend looked at him: "What’s with you today, so chatty?"

"It’s because you’re in a bad mood that you find others abnormal."

Faye Townsend sighed without replying.

"Did Hunter Warren say something today that hurt your feelings? fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Do you need me to teach him a lesson for you?

Even though the two of us aren’t very close."