Divorce Clock Ticking (Kenneth and Angela)
Chapter 77

Angela looked unimpressed. "Give me a break, will you? I really don't like women, and I barely have enough money to support myself, let alone feed you. I'd starve." Barbara snorted coldly, "Boring. There goes my dream of not having to work because of you."

Angela couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, stop joking. I know you too well. You can't stand not working for a day. How could you possibly stay idle at home?"

She chuckled, "That's only because you always reject me. I have no choice but to work hard."

Then, they didn't continue this topic and casually moved on to other subjects.

As they were almost done eating, Barbara stood up. "I'm going to the restroom."

Angela nodded. "Okay."

They patiently waited at the table for the waiter to bring the bill before. But when Barbara didn't see anyone approaching, she decided to look for someone and came up with an excuse for it. As she was about to reach someone, suddenly a man came out from the side and bumped into her.

Barbara stumbled and almost fell, her hat falling off and revealing her delicately beautiful face.

Regaining composure, she quickly picked up her hat, put it on, and walked to the waiter with her head down. "Hello, could you please settle the bill for private room three?"

Owen, who had been watching, was captivated by the glimpse of Barbara's enchanting face, and now he stared intently at Barbara's chin.

If he wasn't mistaken, he thought she should be Barbara, the recent award-winning actress, who looked even more beautiful in person than on TV.

He had always had a thing for beautiful women, having dated several stars in the showbiz. Barbara was his type.

Owen approached her, intending to ask for her Instagram.

Just as Barbara took out her bank card, the waiter said, "Ms. Thomas, the bill for private room three has already been settled."

Barbara paused, then realized that Angela must have paid in advance. "Okay, thank you."

As she turned to leave, she found a man in a silver-gray suit blocking her way.

Owen smiled, "Hello, I'm the person who bumped into you earlier. Sorry about that. I was in a hurry and didn't see you." Barbara looked down with a faint expression. "It's okay."

Seeing her about to leave, Owen smiled, "Can I add you on Instagram? I think I've fallen for you at first sight."

Barbara heard the teasing tone in his voice and looked up at him coldly. "Sorry, I'm a lesbian and not interested in men."

When Owen was stunned, Barbara had already passed him and left.

Watching her walk away, Owen smiled and took out his phone to make a call. "Investigate what movie Barbara is currently filming and invest 20 million dollars in it."

After hanging up, Owen smiled, looked away, and returned to the private room.

Back in the private room, Barbara looked at Angela with some annoyance. "Didn't we agree that I was treating today? Why did you sneakily pay the bill!"

"You need to save money for your family."

"I've already given them what I earn, and this meal wasn't that expensive. Are you trying to make me feel more guilty?"

Seeing her annoyed, Angela put down her fork and smiled, "Alright, don't be mad. I'll give you a chance to treat me to coffee later. Lithoria is my place, so I definitely have to treat you there. It's your turn next time we go to Willard!"

"That's a deal! If you sneakily pay again next time, I won't hang out with you anymore!"

"Fine!"

After finishing their meal, they walked out of the private room and bumped into Owen and his friends.

Kenneth hadn't expected to run into Angela there, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes.

Upon seeing Barbara, Owen's eyes briefly lit up with delight but turned to disbelief when he noticed Angela beside her.

Owen couldn't understand how Angela and Barbara knew each other!

Soon, Owen suppressed his curiosity, stepping forward with a smile. "Mrs. Sinclair, are you dining here too?"

Angela, composed, replied slowly, "Mr. Parker, you don't need to call me Mrs. Sinclair. I don't deserve it."

Barbara, surprised to see Owen, was more concerned about something else.

She said, "Angie, why did he call you Mrs. Sinclair? Don't you love me anymore? I'm so sad..."

Angela was speechless.

Sensing the odd looks from others, Angela wanted to explode in anger.

Owen, too, was shocked, watching Barbara and Angela. Barbara had

coldly declared herself a lesbian

Owen hadn't believed it and

wondered if Angela was the one she liked.

"We'll talk about this later. You should go now."

Barbara, looking hurt, replied, "Okay, but call me when you miss me."

"Sure."

After Barbara left, Owen also made an excuse to leave the restaurant catching up with Barbara outside. "Ms. Thomas, I really like you. Would

you like hanging out with me?"

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Barbara, impatient, was about to ignore Owen but then asked, "Why did you call Angie Mrs. Sinclair?"

"I'll tell you if you agree to a date," Owen said.

Barbara glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "Never mind. I'm not interested in men!"

Then, she got into her car and instructed the driver to leave, not giving Owen a chance to speak.

Watching the car leave, Owen smiled, thinking, 'She's so hot! I like her!'

In the restaurant, Upton told Angela, "Ms. Lewis, since you're here, I won't need to take Kenneth home."

Angela nodded politely. "I appreciate your help earlier, Mr. Cooper."

Sensing her distant tone, Upton felt a pang of loss, nodded, and walked away.

Angela turned to Kenneth, asking indifferently, "Mr. Sinclair, where did the driver park the car?"

Kenneth asked, "How do you know Barbara?"

Angela frowned, "That's my personal matter. I'd appreciate it if you didn't pry, Mr. Sinclair."

When he noticed her displeasure, Kenneth's clench on the armrest tightened.

Since mentioning divorce, Angela had been cold to him. Sometimes, she would quickly distance herself just when he felt they were getting closer.

He looked down, his expression turning cold, lost in thought.

Angela didn't speak further and silently pushed his wheelchair out of the restaurant.

On the way back, both were silent.

After arriving at the villa, Angela had just gotten Kenneth into the bedroom when the doorbell rang.

It was Donna. Before Angela could speak, Donna slapped her.

Angela was caught off guard by that. Then, a red mark soon appeared on her face.

Donna, still furious, raised her hand to slap her again.

Angela stepped back, her expression gloomy. "Donna, please behave yourself!"

Donna scoffed, her gaze cold, "Behave myself? Angela, you're the reason Kenneth is paralyzed. I'm already being lenient by just slapping you twice!"

She had been abroad but rushed on

the flight back after a call from Jennifer about Kenneth's accident. When she knew it happened while

he was going to the Courthouse for a divorce, she almost fainted.

Donna thought she would never have agreed to their marriage if she had known Angela would harm Kenneth to this extent!

Angela was about to speak when Kenneth's cold voice came from behind. "Mom, what are you doing? Aren't you going too far?"