A Contract Marriage After a ONS novel Chapter 1205

(Back to five years ago...)

It was in the evening.

Luke opened the door and walked into the apartment.

The room lights were on, and they were dimly yellow. The atmosphere was cozy and warm.

Sitting in a wheelchair, a boy laid his head on his arm to do his homework. After the car accident, his legs were injured a bit severely so currently he was unable to stand and could only sit in a wheelchair.

A woman was sitting at the window.

In front of her were the frames and dyes for painting.

She had had several stitches on her chin, which had not been removed.

Her left cheek was also slightly bruised, with some scabs on it. It was not sure whether they would become scars.

It was very quiet in the apartment, as only the breathing of the woman and her son could be heard. This was very warm and peaceful.

Hearing the sound of the door being opened, Eileen looked back.

When noticing Luke, she was slightly startled.

It seemed that he hadn't taken a shower for a few days, and the stubble appeared on his chin.

From his deeply sunken eyes, one could feel that he was very tired. His shirt was wrinkled, covered with dust. His face was dark blue, and the corners of his lips were even swollen. It seemed that he had fought with others.

Luke pressed his lips tightly. Staring at her coldly, he snapped in an ironic tone, "Don't you even recognize your husband?"

Eileen was shocked, but she quickly reacted.

She asked, "What's wrong with your face?"

"It's none of your business!"

Then Luke wiped the corner of his lips with his hand, passed her, and went to the bathroom.

Eileen moved her mouth, but she didn’t ask anymore.

He didn't want to talk to her at all. Even if she asked, he wouldn't speak. Why did she bother?

She was never allowed to ask about his things, whether they were private or not.

She had no rights and no qualifications.

She had never been the person who could ask him about those things.

Since their wedding, he had been extremely indifferent and cruel to her.

With a bitter smile, Eileen withdrew her gaze and looked at her son.

She frowned slightly, not knowing what to say.

His posture was not good when he did homework. The books were piled on the table slantingly.

His body was also twisted. With his arms o n the table and his face on one arm, he was doing his homework. His face seemed to be stuck to the homework book.

Putting down the paintbrush, she limped over.

Her son did not notice her approaching. His long, curled eyelashes blinked from time to time, casting black shadows on the workbook.

She reached out her hand to gently pat his back and then adjusted his sitting posture." Can you sit in a good posture and do your homework?"

"Okay." The boy grinned, showing his cute teeth. He moved his body to sit upright and straightened his back. "Mom, don't you paint anymore?"

Shaking his head, Eileen stroked his hair and asked, "Are you hungry?"

After birth, his hair was not so good, which was yellow and thin.

She thought that maybe she had eaten something that shouldn't be eaten during pregnancy, or something that was not nutritious, so her son's hair was so thin at that time. Fortunately, his hair was dark, thick and shiny now.

The boy reached out to hold his belly and nodded. "I'm hungry. The roasted tomato soup that we ate in the afternoon at the school tasted so bad. I didn't like it. I like the roasted tomato soup you make."

Hearing this, Eileen paused, as her mind was wandering.

People who had seen Brad always said that only his eyes and mouth resembled hers.

His other facial features looked like his father's. It was true that he resembled his father a lot.

In fact, not only his look, but even his tastes and habits were similar to Luke’s tastes and habits.