I Once Married You (Harper and Benjamin)

Chapter 212 Prepared Lunch

She sat rigidly in the chair for a long time, unresponsive, her mind a chaotic mess. Every response from Benjamin echoed words she had once said to him.

In the vast city of Mayby, finding someone was difficult. Harper was unfamiliar with Mayby, and she had almost no connections, making many things inconvenient. But Benjamin held grudges, so there was no chance of reconciliation with him.

Harper took a deep, silent breath and then said calmly, "Okay, I understand. It's my fault for bringing this up. You're right. We're about to be divorced, and Annie is my friend, not yours. You have no obligation to help me. I've asked for too much."

She convinced herself with calm, rational thoughts. She couldn't always impose on others, as it would ultimately be embarrassing for everyone involved.

After speaking, Harper stood up. She looked at Benjamin and said softly, "I've had enough to eat, so I'll be going now."

With one last deep look at Benjamin, she turned and walked away.

As Harper was about to leave the restaurant, his voice, unhurried and precise, rang out. "So am I just a tool for you to use and discard when no longer useful?" Harper stopped in her tracks.

She turned to glance at Benjamin, who sat composedly, his displeasure evident in his tone.

"I didn't think that," Harper replied.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"Then what do you think? Can you come and go as you please?"

Harper didn't reply.

She furrowed her brows, her expression somber.

Then, Benjamin stood up, his cold gaze sweeping over her, and casually dropped. "If you want me to persuade Larry for you, please me."

With that, he left the restaurant and headed upstairs.

Harper stood there, dazed, pondering his words.

So he was willing to help.

Of course, but only if she managed to satisfy and please him first.

It was still a ray of hope. Otherwise, she would have had to go through much trouble without even knowing if it would be effective.

A faint smile appeared on Harper's lips.

Uncertain of what would satisfy and please Benjamin, Harper decided to cook him a meal to cheer him up.

Benjamin hadn't come downstairs all morning, and since it was Saturday, he didn't have to go to the office.

Harper asked Draven to buy some ingredients for her signature dishes, and she spent the morning rooted in the kitchen.

In the study upstairs, Benjamin sat at his desk reviewing documents Draven came in to deliver his coffee and was about to leave when Benjamin casually asked, "What is she doing?"

Benjamin naturally meant Harper.

Draven quickly caught on and replied

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lunch, and she won't let the chefs

help. She's doing everythingrself."

"I see," Benjamin responded nonchalantly, then fell silent.

Draven left the study, quietly closing the door behind him.

Benjamin leaned back in his chair, no longer able to focus on the documents. He picked up his phone and dialed a number. The call was answered quickly, and he asked indifferently, "What are you doing?"

The person on the other end asked, "Is something up?"