Anya’s POV:
Looking at my two little angels, the anger I felt before all flew away.
“Mommy is still in the meeting. You need to go home. After the meeting, I will go back with you, okay?” I said, smiling at them.
Jerry stuck his hands into his pockets, his face was extremely serious. “Mommy, Jason and I are worried that you might be bullied. We are going to stay here and protect you!” he said.
Hearing this, I couldn’t help smiling. “My dear, boys, thank you. But Mommy needs to finish the meeting first and you will distract Mommy by staying here!”
“Well… sure! You go to the meeting first Mommy, and we will wait for you here. I will take care of Jason and not make any trouble!” Jerry said.
“Yeah, we are not going anywhere, Mommy!” Jason also nodded.
Seeing them, I couldn’t feel warm in my heart. They are about the same age, but both of them have different personalities. Jerry is unusually intelligent. On the other hand, Jason is harp-witted and very good at observing people.
“No one bullies Mommy! Mommy is a very strong!” I said, smiling at them. I always tried to comfort my children, protecting them from any trauma.
After being a mother, I learned one thing if I want to protect my kids, I have to be strong.
Kester smiled, as he patted my shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, Anya! I will stay here with Jerry and Jason!”
“Oh, all right! Thank you so much!”
“You don’t have to thank me! Just go and busy yourself. And if you need any help, just let me know!”
“Sure!” With Kester here, I felt relieved.
Evan’s POV:
Hiding in the corner of the corridor, I eavesdrop on them. However, seeing them smiling happily like a family, I felt uncomfortable, as if Anya had cheated on me.
I felt humiliated.
She slept with me for two years, but never got pregnant! Yet, it seemed that right after I divorced her, she had two bastards!
What other will think of me? There might be a lot who were already convinced by this that, I, Evan Carter, had a physical deformity or something.
“Time up!” I said coldly as I strode over. “Are we having the meeting or not? This is a company, not a playground! If you want to be a housewife, go home with these two boys!”
Saying that I strode madly across Kester and Anya right between them.
Still, it was not enough to ease the anger in my heart. ‘Anya Walter, I will make you regret it! How dare you cheat on me! And the two bastards as well! I will teach them a lesson.’ I thought furiously.
Even though we are divorced, the strong impulse to possess Anya again drove me mad.
It seemed that I had bumped into her two strongly, as Anya staggered. Because she was wearing high heels, she was not able to maintain her balance and was about to fall!
I subconsciously, walked over to hold her, but suddenly Kester reached out in a hurry and held her in his arms.
Seeing this, I felt more irritated.
‘How dare they play a sweet, lovely couple in front of me?’
‘Very well then!’
‘I am going to fuck them all!’
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