Attracted By My Ex-wife novel Chapter 279

Kevin smiled helplessly at the sight of Anne burrowed under the quilt. He knew she was sulking. "Honey, don't be angry."

Anne squirmed a little at the words. She had not expected him to call her that way, and it made a strange and slightly uncomfortable feeling grow in her.

Kevin didn't miss the stiffening of her figure and his smile grew. Emboldened by his effect on her, he reached out to pat her back and continued, "What is it honey? Are you in a bad mood?"

Anne had almost turned around to respond. She fought off the urge to squirm. He knew exactly what he was doing, and she would refuse to give him the satisfaction of playing her. In her mind's eye, she could almost see the self-satisfied look on his face, even as his voice remained gentle and seemingly innocent.

"Honey," Kevin persisted. "I'm sorry. I won't ask the servant to call you Mrs. Anne from now on. You can ask them to call you whatever you like, okay?" If he kept calling her that, she would combust. Anne tightened her grip on the quilt and drew a steadying breath. 'Don't give in, Anne. You can do this…' she reasoned with herself.

"Got it. Can you leave me alone now? I'm trying to sleep," she said in the most leveled voice she could muster.

"Are you really sleepy?" Kevin pressed, his amusement now all gone from her aloof response.

With her condition, the last thing he wanted was for her to harbor unpleasant feelings.

"Yes, I'm sleepy," Anne said, her voice thick with drowsiness.

It wasn't a lie when she said she wanted to rest. After being pregnant, Anne had noticed that she would often feel tired and fall asleep from time to time. It was one of the conditions that came with her pregnancy. Soon, her eyelids grew heavy and she succumbed to the pull of sleep.

Kevin watched as she settled into a peaceful slumber. He had not known that it was possible for his heart to swell with happiness just at the sight of her softened features. She was with him now, from her own choosing. That knowledge comforted him and magnified his joy.

He settled down next to her and closed his eyes, falling asleep with his arm around her.

Some time during the night, Anne had woken up. It was another change that she had noticed about herself. Her body had become unpredictable. At times, she would be feeling was very sleepy, but then she would also be woken up for no apparent reason. As her mind slowly stirred into consciousness, she felt a warmth in her stomach. Kevin had put his hand high on her waist—an uncomfortable position, and one that made sure his arm would feel strained when he woke up. But Anne had instinctively known why. Kevin was probably afraid of hurting the child accidentally when he fell asleep. It was as if the gentle weight of his hand was telling her and the baby that he would protect them.

Slowly, so as not to wake him, she placed her own hand over his and smiled.

The night stretched over them like a warm blanket. Anne wished that it would last just a little longer, if only for tonight.

In the KIA Group.

Several documents and the clutter of crumpled sheets were strewn over the desk. On the floor, broken ceramic and shards of glass spread out. The lights in the office were lit, glaring down at the carpet dyed of spilled wine the color of rage.

Ryan sat on the sofa with a look of hatred that had turned his face almost revolting. Just now, news came from outside that Kevin had perfectly smashed their plan, sweeping over the mess they made cleanly until everything was spotless.

"Damn it!" The table shook from the force of his fist. A thin stream of blood flowed from his closed hand.

"Relax. This is only the beginning. Think of it as Kevin's appetizer. When I move forward with the plan, his suffering will be much greater," Nicholas said, seemingly unfazed by Kevin's victory.

But his words did nothing to quell Ryan's grudge. He didn't know what Nicholas was about to do next. He knew nothing about this man in front of him and what was going on his mind. The sight of his calmness made him even angrier.

"Are you sure about that? Because this grand plan of yours is starting off as a splendid failure. How can I be sure that the next one wouldn't be the same? Kevin has already read our actions. The bastard has brains. He would be able to counter with his own moves. Now we just gave them the perfect opportunity to show themselves off!"

Nicholas had not expected it. He had initially estimated that the M Group did not get along well with Kevin, but it seemed that people were truly unpredictable. Why would Mark help Kevin?

"I admit that I didn't expect Mark to help Kevin out. Don't worry, I'll be getting to the bottom of this and find his weakness."

Mark was not a dangerous opponent as Kevin, but Nicholas had not yet figured out what chess piece he was in this game. He was a complicated character, and it would not be easy to dispose of him when he had not yet found the chink in the man's armor.

"Well, what should we do next?" Ryan calmed himself down and asked.

Nicholas had only smiled and said nothing.

Summer had waltzed in the East Mountain Villa.

The lemon trees danced with the wind, scattering their fragrance.

Anne was lying down on the chair, basking in the warm sunlight. The sight of the lemon trees brought a smile to her face, and she inhaled the fresh scent they gave off.

Kevin had given the servant instructions to check on her from time to time, explicitly telling her to make sure that she would always be in a good mood. He had heard that pregnant women were likely to be upset at the smallest things, and he didn't want Anne to be in low spirits. It wouldn't be good for her or the baby.

But it seemed that he had nothing to worry about. The servant had found Anne all smiles every time she checked. Later on, she figured that it was most likely due to the lemon trees.

"Mrs. Anne, the trees in the garden were planted by Mr. Kevin himself," the servant said enthusiastically.

As Anne heard this, her brows furrowed slightly. How come she had only found out about it now?

She vaguely remembered hearing before that the garden was being decorated for a time, but nothing else.

"When did he plant them?" she asked.

The servant thought for a moment before answering, "When you moved out last time, Mr. Kevin had always been depressed and seldom went to the company. Most days he just stayed here, and it was during that time that he had planted the lemon trees. We were actually worried that he was going crazy, but now we know that it was because you like them." The servant smiled as she explained, her eyes lighting up with admiration. What a truly fortunate woman Anne was.

"I see," Anne answered absentmindedly, lost in her own thoughts.