Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 169

Cindy was a sort of responsibility of Theo’s. He would never be able to completely ignore her for the rest of his life. Now, perhaps because of the child or because o f other reasons, he treated me quite well. Cindy's departure had been the best ending I could have imagined of. I should have been happy.

"Alright," he answered quietly as he tightened his grip on me.

Since Theo had nothing to do in the afternoon, he hired several handymen. He said they had come to install the crib. Worried I would find the environment noisy, he shooed me into the third-floor bedroom and closed the door behind me, forbidding me to go downstairs.

I indeed did not like being interrupted by strangers, so I decided to ignore them and lounge in bed to read.

Pregnancy made one much more susceptible to falling asleep. I had no idea when I fell asleep, but it was five i n the afternoon when I woke up again. My book was now on the bedside table, and someone had pulled a thin blanket over me. Theo must have come in just now.

Listening carefully, I got up and went downstairs when I did not hear any sounds outside.

No one was downstairs. Theo had probably gone out a s well.

I made several rounds around the house. Who would have expected the downstairs area of the house to go through a complete makeover in the few hours that had passed? The cupboards used to store antique vases, but most of them had been broken after the last incident. The vases had been replaced by cute decorations now.

Even the couch and dining table had been transformed from their original cool-toned shades to shades that fit a warm color scheme. The living room had instantly become much brighter and more inviting, and its appearance had also become more lively and warm.

Thick carpets had been laid on the stairs. As I walked up the stairs to the second floor, I noticed brightly colored paintings of scenery hung up all over the walls.

Pushing open the door to the baby room that he had carefully designed, I saw that the wallpaper had been changed to be a pastel-colored one that appealed to children. Not only had he installed the crib, but he had also paired it with several beautiful decorations. The room looked very warm and inviting.

Tears welled up in my eyes. His unrestrained love made me feel uneasy. I was terrified that this warmth and happiness would be like Cinderella's glass slipper, disappearing the minute the clock struck twelve, and

shoving me right back to square one.

Eager to soak up more of his attention, I sat in the baby room and refused to leave until the phone rang.

It was Cecilia. "Where are you, and what are you doing?"