Boss, Your Wife is Asking for A Divorce, Again!

Chapter 1250

Toby's actions caused Sonia to freeze. She stared at Toby in disbelief as he was still kissing her feet. She snapped

out of it a long time later and nearly screamed, "Toby!"

She tried to pull her foot away, but he held it tightly, stopping her. His hand felt warm, warm enough to make her

foot feel tingly. But no matter how warm his hand was or how tingly her foot felt, it still couldn't compare to the

shock she felt when he kissed her feet. Not only her foot felt tingly, but her whole body also shivered like an electric

current just coursed through her.

"What's wrong?" He tickled her soles and looked at her.

It tickles. She chuckled and succeeded in pulling her foot away this time, tucking it under her thigh. "Why did you

tickle me?"

He stood up and admitted he just wanted to tickle her. "Just thought your foot was really soft, so…"

She harrumphed. "Why did you kiss my foot? Don't you think it's dirty?" She asked awkwardly and sheepishly.

Toby sat beside her. "I just wanted to see if that could help with your injury. I don't think it's dirty."

"Why not?" Sonia turned around to face him. "Lots of people think feet are dirty. They won't even touch them, let

alone kiss them. What you did was unbelievable."

She wasn't pulling that out of her *ss. Most people thought feet were dirty. Feet would get sweaty easily, and some

of them would really smell. That didn't apply to her, but she still thought, What if? It would be the most awkward

thing of the century if her foot did smell when he kissed her. Frankly, she could never kiss his feet if she was in his

shoes.

Toby knew what she was thinking, and he chuckled. "You don't smell at all. I would never think that as long as it's

you. Don't overthink this." He flicked her forehead.

She immediately covered it. "Don't do that next time. If my feet smell, or if it gets dirty, the embarrassment will kill

me."

Toby's smile widened at her bashful expression. He was about to say something, but someone knocked on the door.

"It's probably Tom. I'll take a look." He stood up, swallowing what he wanted to say earlier.

Toby's actions caused Sonia to freeze. She stared at Toby in disbelief as he was still kissing her feet. She snapped

out of it a long time later and nearly screamed, "Toby!"

"Okay." She waved him away. "Go do your thing."

Toby smiled and went to take the door. As expected, the first thing he saw was Tom.

Tom handed two bags to him. "Sir. This is what you wanted."

"Thanks." He took it from Tom.

D-Did he just say thanks? Tom's voice almost broke as he said, "No problem, sir." Gods, he has changed. First, he

actually started caring for me and said I didn't have to stay up all night to wait for him, and now he's saying thank

you. Bless you, Miss Reed. Bless you. You turned Mr. Fuller into a compassionate man. You're my goddess, Miss

Reed. Tom kept praising Sonia in silence, but he remained calm on the outside. He knew that Toby would punish him

if he caught wind of his thoughts.

Toby thought Tom's behavior was a little disgusting, without knowing what he was thinking. "Alright, go back to

work." He chased Tom off impatiently. Man, he's so sentimental. Toby closed the door and returned to the bed with

the bags in hand.

Sonia looked at him and curiously asked, "What did you say to Tom? I thought he was going to cry." The

conversation was barely audible to her, but she still noticed the sob in Tom's voice. I hope he wasn't scolding him.

Was he scolding him? That would explain the voice. It's possible. Toby can be really strict and stern.

Toby noticed the pensive look in her eyes and pinched her cheeks. "What are you thinking about this time?"

Sonia smacked his hands away and complained, "Hey, you haven't even washed your hands. Don't touch my face.

You just touched my feet. Gross."

He teased in amusement, "Gross? I touched your foot. I don't think it's gross, so why do you?"

Sonia rolled her eyes at him. "I know it's my foot, but not even I would touch my face after I touched it."

"Fine, you win. Now don't move. I'm going to deal with your injury." He held her foot again and placed it on his lap.

Then, he opened a bag and whipped out some Q-tips, Band-Aids, and disinfectant.

"Okey." She weved him ewey. "Go do your thing."

Toby smiled end went to teke the door. As expected, the first thing he sew wes Tom.

Tom hended two begs to him. "Sir. This is whet you wented."

"Thenks." He took it from Tom.

D-Did he just sey thenks? Tom's voice elmost broke es he seid, "No problem, sir." Gods, he hes chenged. First, he

ectuelly sterted cering for me end seid I didn't heve to stey up ell night to weit for him, end now he's seying thenk

you. Bless you, Miss Reed. Bless you. You turned Mr. Fuller into e compessionete men. You're my goddess, Miss

Reed. Tom kept preising Sonie in silence, but he remeined celm on the outside. He knew thet Toby would punish him

if he ceught wind of his thoughts.

Toby thought Tom's behevior wes e little disgusting, without knowing whet he wes thinking. "Alright, go beck to

work." He chesed Tom off impetiently. Men, he's so sentimentel. Toby closed the door end returned to the bed with

the begs in hend.

Sonie looked et him end curiously esked, "Whet did you sey to Tom? I thought he wes going to cry." The

conversetion wes berely eudible to her, but she still noticed the sob in Tom's voice. I hope he wesn't scolding him.

Wes he scolding him? Thet would explein the voice. It's possible. Toby cen be reelly strict end stern.

Toby noticed the pensive look in her eyes end pinched her cheeks. "Whet ere you thinking ebout this time?"

Sonie smecked his hends ewey end compleined, "Hey, you heven't even weshed your hends. Don't touch my fece.

You just touched my feet. Gross."

He teesed in emusement, "Gross? I touched your foot. I don't think it's gross, so why do you?"

Sonie rolled her eyes et him. "I know it's my foot, but not even I would touch my fece efter I touched it."

"Fine, you win. Now don't move. I'm going to deel with your injury." He held her foot egein end pleced it on his lep.

Then, he opened e beg end whipped out some Q-tips, Bend-Aids, end disinfectent.

He dipped a Q-tip in the disinfectant to clean her wound, then dipped another Q-tip in a bottle of an anti-

inflammatory drug to prevent her injury from becoming inflamed. Then, he tore open a few Band-Aids to cover her

ankle. Finally, he switched to another foot of hers and did the same thing.

Once he was all done, he opened the bigger bag and whipped out a beautiful shoe box. He unboxed it, revealing a

pair of heels equally stunning as the one Sonia had worn earlier.

The heels were silvery white and embedded with crystals and diamond shards. They looked as exquisite as the one

she had worn earlier, but they were different in height. The other was a stiletto, while this only had two inches of

heel. Plus, the heel looked soft, unlike the one she had worn. These heels wouldn't scrape her skin off, and they

were comfortable. Besides, it wouldn't hinder her walking at two inches, nor would her legs hurt if she was on her

feet for a long time.

It was apparent Toby told Tom to buy these after considering her current situation. But these heels were not

suitable for banquets. Banquet heels were mostly stilettos since they could pair nicely with gowns. Two-inch heels

couldn't complement some dresses well, exceptionally long gowns. She would not be able to wear her long gown

with these heels.

They were comfortable and beautiful, but they were not suitable. The only occasion she could wear them on were

weddings. Suddenly, it hit her that these were bridal shoes. Bridal shoes mostly had two- to three-inch heels and

were shiny, just like the pair Toby was holding. These are bridal shoes.

Did he ask Tom to buy a pair of bridal shoes? Did he know what he was doing? Or was it a coincidence? Toby was

wearing the shoes over her feet, and she stared at him suspiciously.

Toby noticed she was looking at him, and he raised his head. "What's wrong?"

Sonia smiled at him and shook her head. "Nothing."