After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 1070

Chapter 1070 After Five Years, He Became a Good Husband

The rain outside the window was pattering, and the bedroom had a warm atmosphere. Mavis stood by the bed, staring at a certain man with caution under the dim light of the bedside lamp.

They had been separated for five years and were currently discussing divorce and custody issues. They should avoid seeing each other before getting divorced, even if it seemed inappropriate to sleep in one bed with their son in between them.

But she couldn't bear to be that kind of person because she saw Alistair's little hands clutching Anthony's clothes corner, leaning on Anthony's arm and sleeping soundly. This was a habit accumulated over time. Alistair relied on Anthony, even though he loved sticking to her during his waking hours and expressing love for her.

But when he fell asleep, it was whoever he subconsciously depended on that mattered most.

Oh well, it was only for one night.

The apartment was too small; there was only this one bedroom. She sighed and turned off the light to go to sleep.

...

Morning came.

Only Alistair slept soundly until dawn in Anthony's arms - this familiar yet comforting scent of his father's breath against him all night long. However, as he half-squinted his still-drowsy eyes open at dawn, everything looked like black floral patterns under his blurred vision while his little hand gently rubbed against fabric texture - chiffon dress? It must be Mommy's!

He rubbed his head against Anthony's shoulder as he sweetly said, "Good morning Mommy~"

As soon as he lifted up his eyelashes towards him though... he froze up in shock!

"Ho-how come you're..."

How come Daddy was wearing Mommy's clothes?!

He suddenly sat up straight with wide eyes staring at Anthony who wore an odd outfit.

"Shh." With a slight lift of his beautiful eyes, Anthony made a gesture for silence, "Don't wake her up. She went to bed late last night."

Alistair immediately covered his mouth obediently while nodding cutely then scooted closer towards him asking softly, "Daddy, how did you get here? You didn't follow your own rules!"

Last night Anthony told him where Mavis lived and they made a bet about whether or not Mavis would accept him back into her life again or not. If she did, then from now on no more sneaking around behind anyone's back, but if not then... he would have no choice but return home alone without seeing Mavis ever again...

In response to Alistair's displeased questioning tone, Anthony lightly scoffed, "I said I wouldn't interfere with your actions but I didn't say I couldn't follow along myself! My actions aren't breaking any rules so where is my violation?"

Alistair pouted while grumbling quietly under his breath.

"Daddy, you're strict and have many rules. It's not fun when you're around because I don't have much freedom."

"Last night, I don't know which little kid hugged me and refused to let go. Now, he's criticizing me."

Alistair's face didn't look good, filled with extreme embarrassment and shame.

"That's... that's because Daddy is wearing Mommy's clothes, so I mistook you for Mommy. So, it's not because I want to cling to you, huh!"

He moved his little butt, turned his back directly to Mavis's side, pressed against her arm, and slept with her.

Anthony stared at the small figure that was away from him, and his eyebrows furrowed.

What a fickle and ungrateful brat! He just used things and people until he'd done with them. Where did he learn such bad habits?

He coldly patted his son's chubby little bottom and said, "Go wash up and don't be lazy."

Alistair was very upset, his mouth pouted. He let go of Mavis muttering, and was dragged out of bed by Anthony reluctantly, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

When Mavis woke up, she was awakened by the aroma of fried eggs.

The small kitchen was filled with the sizzling sound of oil splattering, while she lay alone in bed.

Within two minutes, Alistair ran in with short legs and climbed onto the bed to hug her again, "Mommy, you're awake. Daddy is making breakfast. You're ready to eat."

Mavis was taken aback, "Anthony... is he cooking?"

"Right."

Little Alistair tilted his head, his big head filled with confusion.

Wasn't it normal for Daddy to cook? Why did she seem so surprised?

"Let's go, it's time to eat!"

Just waking up and feeling a bit groggy, Mavis was forced to be clear and pulled out of her bedroom.

In the small kitchen, a man with tall stature and long legs had changed into his shirt and trousers from last night. He wore a black apron around his waist as he concentrated on cooking, creating a picturesque view with his back facing them.