Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute

Filip looked at the light smile on her lips, and his thin lips pursed, "The things in the past, I was the one who overdid it."

Starry blew on the soup with a slight pause, and she looked up at him for a moment, "Are you - are you apologizing to me?" It really wasn't her intention to ask something so blunt and make the scene awkward.

It was the words that came out of Filip's mouth that really surprised Starry.

If Filip hadn't been standing right across from her, she would have wondered if Dillon had given him the words to say.

Dark eyes looked at her and he nodded calmly, "Yes."

Filip himself was relieved when the words came out.

It's not hard to apologize for this thing.

Starry loosened the spoon in her hand to the inside of the soup bowl, she looked at Filip, and her good-looking eyebrows moved slightly: "Actually, you don't need to apologize, it's all in the past." Right or wrong, it's not necessarily Filip's fault when you do the math.

Of course, Starry didn't want to make a scene, so naturally she didn't say that to Filip.

She said, pausing, not wanting to make the meal too difficult to swallow, and added, "Is the soup good?"

Filip looked at Starry across the table, she asked this question with a light smile on her brow, just a few seconds of embarrassment as if it did not exist, she was really just asking him if it was good. "Pretty good."

Starry wasn't surprised by his answer, and she curled her lip once: "Frances likes this soup, too."

Speaking of old Mrs. Pearson, Starry talked a little more: "Speaking of which, Frances' appetite is not good every April and May, has she had a good appetite lately?"

Filip although two days ago just returned to the Pearson residence, but he generally went back to accompany a couple of hours, chatting people left, old Mrs. Pearson appetite for good things, he really did not pay attention to.

Seeing his silence, Starry knew what was going on.

She mentioned old Mrs. Pearson, just to make the meal a little more cordial, and was not meant to embarrass Filip.

"I forgot that you're busier after the start of the year."

Filip knew she was making up for him, and he didn't dodge Starry's question: "I haven't eaten with Frances for a long time, and I really don't know if she has a good appetite."

He said, with a lowered eyebrow: "I'm really not a filial junior either."

In terms of filial piety, he may really not even be half of Starry.

He used to think that Starry was to please old Mrs. Pearson to latch onto him, but now that he is a spectator, he looks back and realizes that Starry is really using his heart for old Mrs. Pearson.

It is no wonder that later they divorced, old Mrs. Pearson still think about whether she will be bullied.

Starry has been the Pearson family's granddaughter-in-law for five years, and she has some feelings for the old Mrs. Pearson, whether by agreement or by acting.

old Mrs. Pearson is indeed more rules, but she is a noble lady raised by a large family, rules more but also a reasonable.

Starry married into the Pearson family for five years, and never really suffered the old Mrs. Pearson's torture.

Now that she and Filip are divorced and old Mrs. Pearson is getting older every year, she can't help but feel a little uncomfortable: "Frances doesn't say it, but she still likes you to spend more time with her." She said, clip a piece of fish: "Your company's busy, every month to go back to see her although quite a few times, but in the end is not as good as living in front of her."

Starry finished and slowly ate the fish.

Filip did not speak.

She finished the fish before continuing to speak, "I don't mean anything, I'm just in a good mood today and talking a bit more."

Filip caught the point of her words, "Are you in a good mood today?"

"Well, it's clear today."

The sky is clear, the sun is out, and it's finally not cloudy anymore.

Filip looked at the light smile on her face and didn't pursue the question further.

The two of them chatted with each other, and Filip, for the first time, was willing to take Starry's words, as he had collected his previous arrogance and indifference. Starry was also willing to talk more, softening the atmosphere of the whole dinner.

This meal, the two people still eat quite comfortably.

There is a dishwasher in the kitchen, so two people are not needed for the cleaning process.

Starry cooked the meal, Filip was kind enough to help clean up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.

He had just washed his hands when the phone inside his pocket vibrated.

Filip glanced at the caller ID and then at Starry: "I'll take a call."

Starry nodded and opened the fridge to get some cherries and strawberries out of it.

Filip returned to the living room after answering the phone and Starry was already sitting on the couch.

"Eat the fruit."

She reached out and handed him a fork, and Filip didn't refuse, lifting his hand to take it.

Before he could sit down, he heard Starry speak, "Filip."

She called his name with an inexplicably serious expression on her face.

Filip's heart leapt, realizing what she was trying to say.

He narrowed his eyes for a moment, put his fork to the side of the fruit plate, sat on the couch and waited for her to speak.

"What do you like about me?"

This question is unexpected, just now Starry that gesture, as if to tear down his shameless lies.

Filip glanced at her, and the beautiful eyes were reflecting him clearly inside.

He was rarely a little unnatural and raised his hand to loosen the topmost button of his shirt.

The button loosened and he had dropped his eyes back to Starry, locking eyes with her, "Can't say."

I can't say what I like about her, when I found it, it was like stepping into a swamp, he struggled to get out, but the more he struggled, the deeper he fell.

Adults like naturally is not like teenagers like so enthusiastic and unrestrained, he is the age, there is maturity and restraint.

But it's the midnight dream, the heart always has a few hints of sourness and swelling that makes people uncomfortable.

"Have you ever thought that your liking might just be out of reluctance?"

Starry also put his fork in his hand and the plate of fruit was brought out, neither of them touched a piece.

As soon as her words fell, the atmosphere inside the living room clearly stiffened and chilled.

Filip looked at her, and his dark eyes floated a few moments of sulking.

He almost gritted his teeth, "Starry, I'm thirty-two, not twenty-two."

He's not that naive.

In response to him, he said, "I'm twenty-eight, not eighteen."

She is twenty-eight, a woman of this age, love will no longer have the enthusiasm and longing of a young girl.

It's also past the age where you just need love.

Falling into silence again, Starry pursed her lips slightly as she lowered her eyebrows, "Instead of wasting time with me, you should spend more time with Frances."

If it was Filip three months ago, he would have gotten up and left in anger by now.

But now he, despite having been Starry's chest blocked with anger, he did nothing more than close his eyes and harden his anger: "You can say clearly if you don't want a massage, beating around the bush is not your style."

Starry was a little surprised, she reared her head, looked at Filip for a while, half the time, picked up the fork again, picked a strawberry: "I'll press it for you later."

She said, after a pause, "But it's the last time."