The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 631

They used to do this all the time when they were younger. Back then, when their marriage was still strong, sharing meals late at night felt tender and intimate. Now, even if things between them weren’t quite as warm, Octavia could still make Latham feel cared for.

“With both you and our son out working so late, how could I possibly eat dinner alone?” Octavia said gently, picking up the bowl of soup she’d made for Lance. “Let me bring this up to him.”

Latham’s face clouded over. “Bring it to him? Just call him down. If he doesn’t want to eat, then let him go hungry.”

Fine, then.

Latham was in no mood for a fight, so Octavia didn’t argue. “I’ll just give him a call.”

Upstairs, Lance had just stepped out of the shower. He was toweling off his hair when he heard his phone ring, and answered, half-expecting it to be a work call.

“Mom?” He frowned when he saw Octavia’s name pop up. He could already guess—she was probably going to try and talk him into dating Mabel again.

Sometimes he wondered if his mother was completely out of touch with reality. A girl from a family as privileged as Mabel’s hardly lacked for options. She had her pick of suitors—why on earth would she tie herself to a family like the Jameses for no reason? No one does favors like that for nothing in return.

“Your dad told me neither of you had a chance to eat today. I made some chicken soup. Come down and have some,” Octavia said.

It was only when she mentioned it that Lance realized how hungry he actually was. “Okay.” Even though his last run-in with his father had ended in an argument, he still headed downstairs.

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