Chapter 98. Divorced

I almost wanted to throw something at Roy when I saw him standing in front of the door as if he was about to knock.

"Good morning," he forced a smile on his face.

I quickly closed the door, fearing that Amari might see him with me. At a young age, her mind might not be able to comprehend such a situation.

He raised the paper bag he was carrying. "I bought pastries. Have you had breakfast?" he asked. "Come on, let's eat these. They're getting cold."

I pulled him in, looking concerned. "Roy, what are you doing here?" I asked, trying to lower my voice.

He avoided eye contact and nodded slightly. "Just have them. They'll go to waste. I bought plenty," he said, chuckling, and handed me the bag.

I furrowed my brows as I looked at it. "Take it. There's no magic in there," he teased and placed it in my hand.

He playfully messed up my hair, irritating me, and I shot him a glance. He just smiled and turned to leave.

I kept staring at his figure until h