Chapter 8

I wouldn't sign the divorce papers.

The next day, James withdrew from all collaborations related to me.

The James family had a considerable part of their business in the medical industry, and he was a top scholar in this field.

I admit, in my past life, I married him because I saw the benefits.

I knew he didn't want me anymore.

But when I learned that he had transferred all projects to collaborate with Mia instead,

My heart inexplicably ached for a moment.

But I felt this was right.

In my past life, he saw clearly, Mia was so pure and clean, unlike me. I was used to using dirty methods to achieve my goals.

But his withdrawal from collaboration was like sounding an alarm for the industry,

Suddenly, I found myself isolated and helpless.

...

I prepared to try and please James again.

"James, are you at the university?"

"I made some food for lunch, can I bring it to you?"

I didn't dare hope he still had feelings for me, but I truly hoped he could remember our past and not be so ruthless.

I stared at the phone in my hand that showed no response, feeling my face was thick as hell. After yesterday's fight, when it came to real interests, I still had to beg.

I prepared to make some good dishes and bring them to him personally.

Then I discovered a problem.

I had no idea what James liked to eat.

On the contrary, he probably knew by heart what I liked and disliked.

After all, James the professor's most obsessive thing in the past life was feeding me all sorts of delicious food.

I'm not actually that picky, but I liked to act spoiled in front of him,

"James, this noodle is too hard."

"James, who are you making such soft noodles for?"

"James, I don't like spicy food."

"James, when did you start cooking so blandly?"

He only got angry with me once about this.

His dark eyes stared at me intently, his tone icy and serious.

"Zoe, do you think I'll always stand on your side?"

I looked down at my manicure for a while, then said to him:

"Then get lost."

That was my answer, and he really left.

In the sub-zero weather, he went out without even putting on his coat, probably furious.

I sent him a message around dusk.

"James, I miss you."

Within fifteen minutes, the front door opened.

I was suddenly pulled into his embrace, mixed with the crisp cold from outside.

His high nose bridge pressed against the crook of my neck, and I heard him say:

"Yes, I will always stand on your side."

...You see, for the me in my past life, training Professor James was even simpler than training a dog.

...

After cutting my hand and drawing blood for the third time, staring at the unidentifiable substance bubbling in the pot, I finally snapped out of my memories,

Realizing I was not a cooking talent.

I switched to ordering takeout from Lin Chuan Pavilion instead.

Then transferred it to our own thermal food container.

Anyway... I probably couldn't tell the difference between homemade and takeout.

...Probably.