Attracted By My Ex-wife

Chapter 37 They're Together

It turned out that Cherry and Kevin went to the party together that night.

Well, this was their life, so far away from Anne. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Anne turned off the TV and got up from the couch. She stepped on the blanket spread out on the ground barefoot, feeling extremely cold.

How ridiculous! It was summer, but somehow she felt cold.

Then she looked out of the French window. It was raining outside, and the window was marked by tracks of rain. After walking to the window and taking a glance at the scenery outside, Anne felt sad.

She sniffed, turned, and walked towards the bed.

When she reached the bedside, someone opened the door. She looked over and found that the person standing in the doorway was none other than Kevin.

He came back holding a bag. When he saw that Anne was barefoot, his expression suddenly turned cold.

After closing the door, he walked towards Anne and put the bag in his hand aside.

"What are you doing?"

His eyes fell on her bare feet. Was she crazy? She was pregnant, but she still walked barefoot on the ground. Wasn't she afraid of death?

Anne clenched her fists, stared at the backs of her feet and said, "Nothing."

She didn't want to talk to Kevin. Why did he come back? Wasn't he with Cherry? Since they were together, he didn't have to come back.

"What do you mean by 'nothing'?"

With a colder look in his eyes, Kevin approached Anne, bent down and lifted her into his arms.

"Ah! What are you doing? Put me down." Anne didn't expect that Kevin would do this. She turned her head and looked him directly in the eye.

Although Kevin's eyes were cold and emotionless, Anne was not afraid of him at all.

She frowned and looked at him indifferently, but there was a flash of hesitation in her eyes. She knew that it was better for her not to make him mad, but she couldn't bow in front of him either,

especially after she saw him on TV. Appearing in public with Cherry like that was the straw that broke the camel's back. She couldn't stand it anymore.

Every time he pulled something like this she thought she was fine with it. But in fact, she was not. She would still feel heartbroken.

"What am I doing?" Kevin replied. "Nothing." Surprisingly, Kevin didn't lose his temper while looking into her beautiful, cold eyes. Instead, he walked to the sofa with her in his arms.

He bent down and gently placed Anne on the couch.

When her body made contact with the soft sofa, Anne was stymied. Since when had Kevin treated her so gently? To be honest, she was not used to his attitude.

"What's up with you?"

As soon as she sat down on the sofa, Anne scooted away from him. She looked at the man in front of her, trying to find some clues on his calm face.

Without saying a word, Kevin sat down next to her. He looked at her and said in a deep voice, "Where have you been today? Call anyone?"

Sure enough, he asked about her whereabouts after he said he was going to set her free. It was all lie, or he wouldn't have asked.

Anne looked aside, and said coldly, "Nowhere, really. I just wandered around."

She seemed to be unhappy. Kevin realized that he said something wrong. He pursed his cold thin lips into a straight line and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

Anne really didn't expect him to care about that. 'What's wrong with Kevin tonight? Did he bump his head and forget who he was?' she thought.

After a while, she shook her head and said, "No, I can't."

"I know you can't eat." Kevin turned around and opened the plastic bag on the table. He took out a lunch box and opened it. When she looked inside, there was a bowl of porridge.

She frowned. "What's this?"

"I made it especially for you," Kevin said hesitantly. He always felt that it was less than manly for a man to cook every day. It was even stranger that he basically had to pack the meals for her.

But he had no choice. Sam had called him, saying that Anne hadn't eaten anything at all that day. Sam sounded worried, which wasn't like him at all. Anne did like the porridge Kevin cooked that day. Keeping this in mind, Kevin found a hotel and used the ingredients in the kitchen to make a bowl of porridge right then and there.

"You cooked this yourself?" Anne asked doubtfully.

"Yes." Kevin put the bowl in front of her, grabbed the spoon and was about to spoon feed her himself.

But how could Anne get used to Kevin being so attentive? She reached out, took the spoon and bowl from his hand, and whispered, "I can do it myself."

Kevin agreed without hesitation.

Strangely enough, she couldn't keep anything down except Kevin's home-cooked porridge. The aroma filled the room, and she loved it.

Every time she smelled it, she couldn't resist taking a sip. It got yummier and yummier the more she had.

While she quickly polished off a bowl, Kevin simply sat nearby, rubbing his hands.

"You like it? What do you think? Are you full?"

"Yes, I'm full. Thank you," Anne replied.

She hadn't eaten anything before, but now she felt much better.

Kevin smiled brightly and innocently. This was the first time that Anne had seen Kevin smile like this. Some part of her heart was moved. She bit her lips and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Kevin pressed his lips and looked a little embarrassed. "If I'd known this is all it took to get you to eat, I would have served this long ago. As it is, you can have it whenever you want."

"No, thanks." Anne shook her head. It was not good to bother Kevin all the time. Besides, she didn't want to owe Kevin too much.

"Okay, I'm wasted. Let's hit the hay." Kevin stood up and was about to enter the bathroom.

"Wait a minute,"

Anne called. Then, he stopped and looked back at her, confused. "What's wrong? Ask while I'm still awake."

"Aren't you going to a party? Where did you make the porridge?"

It was not that she didn't believe him, or doubted him. She just wanted to know to how much he had done to make the food for her.

Kevin raised his eyes and smiled ambiguously.

"What do you think?"

"I don't know." Anne pursed her lips, but her expression didn't change much. "Just asking. You can't cook for me every day, can you?"

"I found a hotel after dinner. It's not that complicated."

After saying that, Kevin went into the bathroom. He closed the door with a bang. All of a sudden, Anne felt relieved.

She stood still and glanced at the bathroom. She didn't know what to feel.

But she knew that Kevin did it for the child, not for her. But even so, it was enough to make Cherry hate her forever.

He left Cherry behind again and again to take care of Anne. Was Cherry cursing her fiercely somewhere?

As she thought of this, a beautiful petal of a smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth, while her clear face concealed all the disappointment. She walked to the bed and was about to fall asleep.

While holding a silver spoon in his long fingers, Sam stirred the coffee in front of him intentionally or unintentionally, but he didn't take a sip.

"Something on your mind?"

Seeing that he was spacey, Emily was also worried. There shouldn't be anything that Sam couldn't solve. But judging from his expression today, it seemed that something really happened to him.

She looked at him worriedly. When she saw his good-looking eyebrows tightly wrinkled, her heart unconsciously tightened.

Sam raised his head and looked at the lights along the river.

"It's just family stuff."

Even if he was out and about, Sam didn't like to talk about what happened in his family. Even though Emily already knew what was going on, she was too embarrassed to say anything.

"Actually, I heard a little." Emily was embarrassed and stole a glance at Sam. She knew that all men were proud, so she was afraid to go too far. She could only be very cautious and beat around the bush.

"Did you now?"

"Mmm hmm!" Emily nodded and continued, "I don't know why you're freaking about this. So your family is arranging your marriage. It's more common than you think."

He had just taken a sip of coffee. It took a herculean effort to keep from spraying his mouthful everywhere.

He took up a piece of tissue and wiped his mouth gracefully. Then, he looked at Emily with more tenderness in his eyes.

"It's not that serious. They're not forcing me."

It was just that his family thought he should have a relationship, and were fixated on that. He kept telling them that he didn't want one, but that didn't seem to matter. They wouldn't let it go. He couldn't escape this.

Sometimes he didn't want to go back home because of it. In the end, he would still be drawn back home by his family, and he had to think of all kinds of excuses to escape.

It gave him headache every time it happened.

"Really?" Emily blinked her eyes and comforted him. "I think it's easier for you, since it's just family pressure. It's not like you're being forced into it. I think you can handle this. You do everything else so well."

After saying that, she didn't forget to check how Sam reacted. Now that she'd finally started, she didn't mind going further.

"Thank you." After hearing the soft music and feeling the night wind on his skin, Sam felt much better. "I heard that Anne won't go back to the East Mountain Villa in a few days?"

"Hmm." Sam changed the topic so fast that Emily didn't even realize it. She was about to have a heavy discussion about love with him, but she didn't think he'd switch gears like that so quickly. And it was about Anne. She was depressed.

"Kevin's been so busy with work, so he stays here all the time. Anne's been biding her time in a hotel room."

"Really?" While Sam took a sip of his coffee, his gentle eyes were covered with a layer of sadness. "Okay. You have to take care of her, then. Hope she's in a better mood when I see her next time."

Speaking of mood, Emily really had a lot to say. She pursed her lips and looked at Sam with sad eyes. "I hope Anne pulls herself out of her funk. She always seems so sad, and I don't know how to make her happy. Even when she smiles, she seems so heartbroken."