Ranaway From Wedding, Fell into Tycoon's Love Trap-Chapter 865: This Is a Breakfast Made with Love

Benjamin Shaw’s words conveyed a clear intent, well understood by Alice Turner: after their divorce, she would keep a safe distance from him, and his good friend too.

"Don’t worry, I’ll stay away from you and your good buddy. There are plenty of men out there; I’m not short of one or two," Alice Turner quipped, maintaining her leisurely posture with legs crossed as she looked at Benjamin Shaw standing just two steps away, unafraid of him.

"You’d better remember what you said today."

Benjamin Shaw glared at Alice Turner angrily, turned around, and walked away without looking back.

Bang!

With the sound of the door slamming heavily, Alice Turner’s tense nerves relaxed, and she leaned her head back against the sofa.

She could keep away from that scoundrel, but would that scoundrel agree? He had said he’d never let her go for life.

Even if she couldn’t, she must do it. Both those men were no good; the same kind of philanderers, always with one eye on the pot while eating from the bowl.

Tomorrow she’d be free from her suffering; from tomorrow onwards, she’d finally stop acting and playing pretend, and truly live freely.

But how to explain it to her parents? If they found out, they’d surely scold her, berating her for not appreciating such a glamorous marriage.

Amidst the joy of being able to speak freely and the worry about her parents’ attitudes, perplexed and conflicted, Alice Turner awaited the dawn of a new day. After getting up, she washed up simply and left her room for the kitchen.

Today, she didn’t plan to cook breakfast; she took out milk and bread from the fridge for a makeshift morning meal.

She planned to indulge in a sumptuous feast after completing the divorce proceedings, celebrating her newfound freedom. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!

Just as Alice Turner was about to head to the living room with her milk and bread, she heard someone ringing the doorbell outside, rather anxiously, three times in quick succession.

Who could it be so early in the morning?

She changed direction temporarily and walked towards the door.

Alice Turner habitually peered through the peephole but saw nothing; not a shadow outside.

Could she have imagined the sounds?

Impossible, she heard them clearly; it must be someone playing a prank.

She placed what she was holding on the shoe cabinet by the door, turned, and opened the door. Before she could rush out to grab the prankster, a tall silhouette had already appeared before her.

As soon as she recognized who stood in front of her, her expression became somewhat unnatural.

"What’s with that expression? It’s like you’ve seen a ghost," Thomas Fisher didn’t wait to be invited by the host; he casually sidestepped Alice Turner standing in the doorway and walked in with fluidity and assertiveness.

Leaning against the door, Alice Turner frowned in displeasure, then slammed the door and followed him in, "What are you here for?"

Following him in, she completely forgot about her breakfast; now she had no appetite for it.

"I’m here to deliver breakfast, of course," Thomas Fisher raised the hand holding breakfast, shaking it playfully at Alice Turner who followed behind, "It’s a loving breakfast."

In the early morning, he’d gotten up and left the hotel, bought breakfast from a nearby breakfast shop, and caught a taxi straight here.

Only then did Alice Turner notice Thomas Fisher was holding something, but she didn’t appreciate it, "I don’t need you to bring me breakfast; I’ve already made my own."