Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1558

"Philip, don't be mad, okay?"

Phil had no clue what he'd done wrong this time. He had always aimed to please the professor, and when she was happy, so was Philip. Had he messed up again?

He was at a loss. Panic began to set in, the icy grip of the machinery he feared he'd be thrown back into seemed all too close.

"Philip."

The voice was grating to him, and in an instant, Philip grabbed Phil's hand tightly, his tone tinged with rare sulk. He never snapped at this person, but this time, he couldn't hold back.

"You slept with her? What were you thinking?"

"I wanted you to be happy."

"Do you think that makes me happy?"

Confusion clouded Phil's eyes as he echoed the question, not understanding why Philip wouldn't be happy.

Philip suddenly felt embarrassed, as if his gentle facade was being ripped away. He'd lived in Greenfield for so long, witnessed so much deceit and change of heart, yet now he couldn't deal with one sincere soul.

Releasing Phil's hand after a long pause, Philip still didn't know what to say. He turned to retreat to his room, with Phil trailing behind him cautiously, not wanting to stir his anger further.

Once in the room, Philip stood by a cabinet filled with leaves Phil had collected, each meticulously cleaned.

These specimens would last for years. After a minute with closed eyes, Philip spoke, "Don't sleep with her again."

"But..."

"No buts."

Phil finally didn’t argue further. He fished a piece of biscuit from his pocket and began to crumble it, nibbling on the pieces.

Philip watched him, feeling a mixture of frustration and pity. After such a significant incident, Phil seemed unaffected, not realizing what being with a woman twice his age entailed.

A sigh escaped Philip as he felt the turmoil within him settle.