After speaking, she didn't wait to see his reaction, bypassed him, and left directly.
Rong Jingyang: "..."
Staring at the woman's retreating figure, he dropped his expression and revealed a determined look.
"Du Ruoxin, you can't escape me."
"No matter how cold you are to me now, I can stir your heart."
Miranda followed Du Ruoxin, and after confirming Rong Jingyang wasn't trailing them, she exclaimed in surprise, "Is Rong Jingyang running a fever? Or has his brain short-circuited? Why did he apologize to you?"
How strange!
"You say..." Miranda thought about it more and more, feeling something was off. "Why else would he show up here?"
"Could it be that he just happened to have business dealings with William?"
"Such a coincidence?"
"And, and..."
Du Ruoxin stopped Miranda's incessant speculation. "I don't care."
Whatever his purpose for appearing at Buckingham Palace, it had nothing to do with her.
They were divorced.
He was her ex-husband.
She was his ex-wife.
That was all.
Perhaps not speaking was impossible? After all, they had a daughter together. Then... consider each other as familiar strangers?
Say a word or two when necessary, and shut up when not.
"Really?" Was she truly indifferent, or just putting on a brave face? Miranda looked at her suspiciously. "He's Dou Dou's father, and also..."
The father of your unborn child—the child you insisted on having despite widespread opposition, raising alone.
You once loved him so, so much.
Du Ruoxin instantly became guarded, her pores standing on end. "Shush! He can't know."
Miranda: "I know, I know, but..." she lowered her voice conspiratorially, "if I'm not polite to Rong Jingyang, won't you feel bad?"
That scum named Rong looked like a man of deep schemes and wicked intentions!
How dare he bully Sister Xin, she was going to deal with him!
Du Ruoxin: "Whatever."
As long as there was a sense of proportion.
Miranda: "Understood."
Since they were soaked, and to avoid catching a cold, the two returned to their rooms to shower and change.
Some time passed, and Du Ruoxin was already starving, anxious, her temper rising sharply.
So hungry, wanted to eat.
Quickly changing into clean clothes, she walked out like a kitten smelling fish, her eyes shining.
Once she reached three months of pregnancy, Du Ruoxin's nausea subsided, but the immediate consequence was an insatiable craving for meat.
She felt like she would die if she didn't eat meat for a single meal.
So, when someone at the door led her towards the restaurant, she didn't listen to what he said and just followed.
So fragrant.
She smelled steak.
"Miss Du, I'm truly sorry..."
A man reached out to Du Ruoxin, speaking, but she paid him no mind, walking straight to the chef, picking up the fried steak, and eating it on the spot.
She devoured it with such ravenous hunger, as if she hadn't eaten meat in decades.
William: "..."
Rong Jingyang: "..."
The man, after recovering from his surprise, saw the woman quickly finish a steak without minding the heat. He picked up another, cut it into pieces, and handed it to William.
William blinked.
For his good friend's lifelong happiness, he became the waiter.
"Miss, your meal."
Du Ruoxin looked up at the man. "Thank you."
Buckingham Palace's service is so good, they even cut the steak for you?
Without thinking further, Du Ruoxin ate steak and drank juice bite after bite, until she was full and content, her mood elated. She then stood up with satisfaction.
She thanked the man again.
William, however, smiled faintly, shook his head, and pointed behind Du Ruoxin. "No need to thank me, thank him."