Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 197

His face was dark and sullen, his gaze deep and cold. After a long time, his thin lips parted. "Do you think it's fun to torture yourself like that every time?”

I looked down, covering my hands in front of my chest as I said coldly, "It's none of your business."

"You think I like to mind your business?" He looked livid, but his eyebrows were charming and

mesmerizing. "If you’re that capable, then take care of yourself when you’re sick.”

"You think I want you to take care of me? You’re the one who's nosy yet you’re blaming me?" I felt aggrieved and started weeping again.

He looked at me, and after a very long time, he sighed and drew out a piece of tissue to wipe my tears. He said helplessly, "Alright, alright. I'm the busybody who insists on taking care of you, okay? Look at you, crying like a baby. How embarrassing!"

"Yes, it's your fault! Even if I’m embarrassing, it still has nothing to do with you." I twitched my mouth, still choking with sobs.

He burst out laughing and picked me up from the bathtub. He grabbed the bath towel and wiped the water from my body before helping me change into a

set of clean pajamas. Then, he picked me up and put m e on the bed.

He propped his hands on the edge of the bed and leaned over to look at me, his thin lips slightly pursed. He asked in a deep voice, "Why were you in the rain in the middle of the night?"

"Bad mood." I yanked the blanket and covered my head with it.

"You tortured yourself just because you were in a bad mood?" He scoffed. "You did it on purpose, didn't you, Wanda? You're trying to use this to punish and torture

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me.

I pulled down the blanket and looked fixedly at him." I’m torturing you?"

He did not say a word and merely looked at me with a deep and profound gaze.

I burst out laughing. "Well yeah, you’re supposed to be i n another person's warm embrace at this moment. Miss Woods was the one who called you to come back, didn’t she? I'm sorry for making you run back and spoiling your moment."

"Wanda Lane..." He was infuriated, eager to devour me alive.

After a very long time, he suppressed his anger and clenched his teeth. "Is it fun to say such hurtful words on purpose?"

I did not choose my words wisely because I was hurting inside. How could I possibly admit that I had gone too far in moments like this? Hence, I raised my eyebrows and looked at him. "If you're not causing trouble with another woman, what could you possibly be doing in the middle of the night after not coming home? Innocent things like sitting side-by-side and having a heart-to-heart talk?"