Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 823

Theo drank a lot of wine last night and after working all day, he looked extremely worn out when he came home at night.

When he saw me standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in a daze, he walked behind me and took me into his arms. He asked in a warm and tender voice, "Why didn’t you give me a call

when I wasn’t home yet even at such a late hour?"

Hearing the blame in his tone, I laughed. "You’ve been very busy lately. I was worried that I'd disturb you."

I turned around and saw the stubble on his chin. My heart sank a little.

He was truly too busy and too tired.

"Nothing is more important than you," Theo kissed my cheek as he said.

I felt a gush of warmth in my heart. "What do you want to have for tonight? I'll cook for you."

Theo chuckled. "Maybe I should do it."

I raised my eyebrows. "Are you saying that my cooking skills are bad?" "I wouldn't dare." He would not dare? That meant that my cooking skills were indeed bad yet he dared not say it.

I glared at him and struggled out of his embrace." Remember to keep it plain. Munchkin is ill."

"When did Mason leave?” Theo asked.

Keith had definitely informed him about Munchkin catching a cold and Mason dropping by. Hence, I was not surprised that he knew.

"He left after lunch." I went to the living room to pour a glass of water and put it in his hands.

Theo finished drinking the water and said with a smile, "What a thoughtful wife."

I pursed my lips and wondered if I should ask him about Matthew.

Seeing that I was in a bad mood, Theo held my hand and asked with a smile, "Why aren't you happy?"

I looked up at him. "I saw on the news that you’ve acquired a lot of shares from many shareholders of Zimmer Corporations. Are you trying to cooperate with Zimmer Corporations?"

How could acquiring a company’s shares mean that one wanted cooperation? It could only mean annexing.

I cursed myself inwardly for being foolish as soon as I asked the question.

Actually, even if I did not ask the foolish question, Theo's keen insight alone was enough for him to

realize what I truly wanted to ask.

As expected, his expression sank. "Did someone say something to you?"

As soon as he said that, he realized that his tone was a little too heavy. He quickly salvaged the situation. "I'll handle the business. You don’t have to worry, okay?"

Although he had tried his best to soften his tone, I could still hear the coldness in his voice.

He did not want me to get involved. This was between them as men. He had his own ways of dealing with it. This was what he was trying to say.

I cast my eyes down and looked at my toes. "Okay."

Theo lowered his head to kiss my forehead and said gently, "I'll go and cook."

"Okay."

Not long after he walked into the kitchen, he came out again to answer a call.

When I saw him rushing upstairs in a hurry, I knew that there was something urgent he needed to do.

I sighed softly and walked into the kitchen.

Theo would forget the time when he was buried in work, hence I fixed some sandwiches so it would be easier for him to eat as he worked.

I went upstairs with the sandwiches and got to the door of the study. I heard Theo speaking.

The door of the study was ajar, and he was talking on the phone.

Unsure what was said on the other side of the phone, h e suddenly clenched the pen in his hand and stabbed i t hard at the table. As if once was not enough, he continued stabbing a few times, obviously holding back the anger in his heart.

"Are you done talking?" he asked coldly.

"How are we considered best friends? You don't know a thing about business so mind your own affairs."