Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 171

He raised his head obediently, opened his mouth, and took a sip of water.

"It's late. Let’s go upstairs to sleep.”

"Okay, I'm going home. Wanda is alone at home and I'm worried about her." After saying that, he tried to get up again.

Uh...

Speechless, I pressed him back down into his seat once more and cupped his face. "Theo, I'm Wanda. You're back home already, so let’s go upstairs to sleep now."

He looked at me with misty eyes, the usual coldness i n his eyes now replaced by a hint of warmth. He raised his hand and touched my face, smiling in a very enchanting manner. "What are you doing here? It's dangerous to be out here alone late at night. Come, let's go home.”

What was going on?

"Mm, okay, let's go home!” It was impossible to reason with a drunkard. I clenched my teeth and threw one of his arms over my shoulders, supporting him as we climbed upstairs. We bumped and banged all the way up the stairs and eventually managed to get upstairs

safely, neither of us getting hurt.

After going upstairs, he opened his eyes and looked around before pulling me to the master bedroom.

Upon entering the room through the door, I realized that this place had been renovated again. All the previous furniture had been replaced with new ones i n blue. The closet had now been turned into a cloakroom. There were not only a few more paintings o n the walls, but our wedding photos had been hung up as well.

Theo had refused to hang our photos up when we had first gotten married. That was why this photo had been kept in the storage room ever since the time it was taken.

The whole room looked even more spacious now. Moreover, there were now more comfortable tones in the room that could ease and enhance one's quality of sleep.

I was surprised by how much he had done in a single afternoon.

When he saw me in a daze, he put on a smug smile." It's pretty, isn’t it? This is a surprise I prepared for you. I knew you would like it."

"Mm, I like it." I nodded. There was a gushing flow of warmth in my heart. Theo was a man who only used a black and white color scheme to decorate his office and home, so him turning the bedroom into what it was now for my sake must have been hard for him.

I helped him to bed. When I walked out of the bathroom with a wet towel and got prepared to wipe down his body, I realized that he had fallen asleep and was even lightly snoring.