Attracted By My Ex-wife novel Chapter 37

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

Well, this was their life, so far away from Anne.

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.