Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

He swung our joined hands forward and backward as we wordlessly walked along the park, each of us to our own thoughts as we basked in the

tranquility of the night.

There was a light shining ahead and there seemed to be a lot of people there. I squinted at it. "Is that a truck? I muttered and briefly glanced at Lucas who was also staring ahead. "I think so," Lucas answered with a feeble lift off his shoulders.

As we got closer, it got clearer and I could not have stopped myself even if I wanted to as I screamed, "Ice cream!" I pointed at it and turned to Lucas who was now smiling. "Come on," I untangled my hands from his, "let's go get."

Without waiting for his response, I ran over to the singing truck. When I had screamed, some of the kids there had turned to me so as I rushed over there, they were still staring.

I didn't care one bit for the stares. Right now, I feel so much like their age. I was reminded of when Lucas and I used to take strolls when we were younger and then we would stop by an ice cream shop or bus, just like this one, and got two each for the both of us.

"What flavors would you like, ma'am?" The man selling the ice cream asked. My big grin faltered and I frowned. I turned back to Lucas, his gaze was on me as he waited behind the kids. He smiled, I returned his smile and faced the ice cream mon back.

Lucas used to like the vanilla flavor only but now? I wasn't sure if he still fancied it but I got it nevertheless and I got the same for myself too. I didn't exactly have a preference when it comes to ice cream, as long as it is a well made Ice cream, then I'm down for it, no matter the flavor.

"Give me two servings of vanilla."

The man nodded and started to reach for a small white plastic container. I

quickly stopped him, "No no, I want the two on the cone, please."

He passed me a brief look then he nodded art to serving my orders.

I paid him and happily walked over to Lucas. With a shy smile, I stretched my hand and handed his cone over to him.

He bent in a little bow that got me giggling. "Thank you ma'am."Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

We resumed our light stroll and somehow, our hands got entwined again. And it was just like old times; hand in hand as we silently devoured our ice

creams

My eyes searched the area for a bench as I suddenly started to worry. Back then, Lucas couldn't walk for long. We usually timed him. If he walked for fifteen minutes straight, he might come up with a fever before the end of the day but if he walked for eight minutes and took about a five to seven minute break, he would be fine.

I wondered how long we've been walking since we left the car. I looked behind me and the car was not in view anymore. I felt panic bubble up my throat. No no. We must have been walking for over ten minutes now.

I frantically resumed my search. I could not let Lucas get sick when we've just reunited. Just when I found a seat, Lucas pulled my hand to get my attention then he called out urgently, "Sydney!" When I looked up at him, I saw that his brows were furrowed and we had stopped walking. "Are you okay?"

I frowned. "Ofcourse, I'm okay. Why do you ask?"

"You looked worried and you were looking around frantically. I called your name and you didn't answer. Even as we stopped walking you didn't seem to notice."

Wow, "Oh. I must have gotten lost in my thoughts. Sorry." I turned my head to look at the bench again and it was still unoccupied.

"Let's take a break... There's a bench over there," I pointed to the bench for

him to see.

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