My Mommy Became A Billionaire After the Breakup

Chapter 129 A Picky Eater

Chapter 129 A Picky Eater

Byron was left speechless by the question.

Athena thought he wouldn't say anything.

Byron finally spoke, "No..." His tone was full of helplessness and some grievances?

"No? What?" Athena asked.

Byron looked at her, a little annoyed. "I only have slept with you. I have no other women."

Athena didn't buy his words.

"Do you think I am an innocent woman who would believe such nonsense?"

Byron frowned tightly. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Then he let her go.

Athena thought, well, he would leave out of anger again.

However, this time she failed to get her wish.

Byron was indeed angry.

Instead of leaving, he went straight to the bedroom.

After a while, there was the sound of running water in the bathroom of the suite.

Every time Byron came, the first thing was the shower. After taking a shower, he would have sex with

her and later fall asleep.

In the past two years, he had gradually eaten, read books, and watched movies here.

Recalling the details in the past, Athena was still in a daze.

It was also in the past two years that her feelings for Byron were out of control and that she lost her

mind.

Half a year ago, Romy passed away, but he stayed with Freya in Europe. He did not even try to spare

her a moment. Without the reality that punctured the illusions of that insincere daily life, perhaps she

would still have been steeped in them.

The ringing of the doorbell brought Athena back from her thoughts.

After getting the thyme, she was no longer in the mood for a happy dinner.

When Byron came out of the shower, the soup was ready.

Athena glanced at him.

He was wearing beige loungewear. The buttons of his shirt were buttoned out of order, revealing a

large chest. His hair was wet. He had wiped it carelessly, so it was a little messy.

Athena withdrew her gaze.

She swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Indeed, he looked charming with a robust figure. His skills were very sophisticated and enjoyable.

Athena had admired the strong since she was a child. It was no wonder that she had been attracted to

him.

"Why did you add the tomato?" Byron glanced at the soup, and his dislike was visible.

"This dish has thyme." Athena pointed to the roasted chicken. "Mr. Crawford, if you don't like it, so you

can order takeaway."

Byron didn't say anything.

If it had been in the past, he would have already flown into a rage.

But...

Byron thought of another note in Athena's notebook. [A picky eater! A picky eater!! A severe picky

eater! The kindergarten kids are doing better than him!]

He snorted coldly.

Seeing that Athena didn't even bring him a bowl, Byron went to the kitchen and brought it out by

himself.

Athena watched him serve himself soup as if watching a rare animal.

"Do you want to rest for a few more days?" Byron sat down, staring at the sticky seafood in the bowl,

with an embarrassed expression on his face.

Athena didn't care about him anymore.

She made up her mind.

If he dared to waste, she would definitely curse him!

By the way, she could ruin Byron's impression of her. Maybe he would be willing to let her go, so she

didn't have to think about how to pretend to die.

"What's the matter?" Athena asked.

"Didn't I say it last time you could be the president of the energy company?" Byron finally picked up a

piece of seafood, put it in his mouth, and took two bites. He instantly developed a liking for this dish.