Madam Escaped Again Sir novel Chapter 665

Sonia couldn’t help but smile when she saw how happy Toby was at her return. “Yes, I’m back. See, I made good on my word and didn’t leave at all, and I came back on time.”

He hummed contentedly in response.

She pulled up a chair next to the couch and sat down. “Can you get up?”

“No,” he said, looking at her piteously as he shook his head.

She sighed, then reached out a hand. “Come on. I’ll help you up.”

He put his hand in hers, and as soon as she had a firm grasp on him, she pulled him into an upright position on the couch. “Okay, hold still, and don’t fall back again.”

“Okay,” he said, nodding like an obedient little boy.

He was behaving so well that Sonia couldn’t resist ruffling his hair affectionately. “You know, Tobykins, I didn’t think you’d be so much more fun during a hangover.”

“Tobykins?” he repeated with a raise of his brow as he eyed her inquisitively. The next moment, he grimaced and demanded unhappily, “Who is Tobykins? Are you seeing someone else?”

His voice was loud, and he looked at her like she was the biggest heartbreaker in the city. She tried to keep from sputtering as she asked, “What are you talking about? Who’s seeing someone else?”

“You!” he replied furiously, glowering at her.

She blinked, then pointed at herself. “And who am I seeing?”

Incensed, he pursed his lips, and his eyes were red as he grumbled, “Tobykins!”

“Well...” Sonia fell the corner of her lips twitch at the accusation. I’m seeing someone else by the name ofTobykins? Okay, well, as things are, I can’t say he’s wrong. She put a palm to her forehead as she looked at him incredulously and said, “I swear it’s like you’ve lost half a mind, Toby. You do realize that you’re Tobykins, don’t you?”

This seemed like news to him as he stiffened. “I’m Tobykins?”

“Mm-hmm,” Sonia replied with a slow nod.

Once again, his face darkened as he argued, “You’re lying to me. My name is Toby, not Tobykins.”

“Tobykins is a nickname I gave you,” she answered through gritted teeth, rolling her eyes at him.

It was only then that he understood that he really was Tobykins. As his anger subsided, he gazed at Sonia blearily and asked, “But why am I Tobykins? I’m not a kid anymore.”

“Why?” Sonia was highly entertained by this exchange. “Because you’re behaving like a kid right now, of course. Toby, I really want to see how you’d react after you sober up and recall every single childish thing you said and did today. I bet you’d wish a hole could open up in the ground and swallow you up.” “Huh?” Toby was clearly too drunk to comprehend her words, and his confusion was evident on his face.

She waved her hand dismissively. “You know what? It’s fine. I don’t even know why I bothered telling you all this in the first place; it’s not like you can understand what I’m saying. We should eat.”

Having said that, she took up a bowl of chowder from the tray and placed it carefully in Toby’s hands. “Take care not to spill it.” My goodness, it's like I’m actually fussing over a little kid right now. Here's to hoping he won't spill the chowder.

Toby was truly on his best behavior as he carefully held the bowl in his palms. Sonia could tell that he had a firm grasp on the bowl, and when she was sure that he wouldn’t tip the bowl on one side and spill the chowder, she loosened up and took her own bowl of chowder.

She was already starving as it was, having gone without food for the whole morning while she was fussing over him. Hours had passed since then, and now she felt so hollow she might just shrink into herself.

Stirring her chowder with her spoon, she began to take small mouthfuls of it, but that was when she sensed Toby staring at her without once eating his own chowder.

She put the spoon down and glanced at him with a raised brow. “Are you going to keep staring at me like that, or are you going to eat?”

He looked like he was about to say something, but he did not utter a single word.

She sighed. “What is it? Don’t you know how to feed yourself?”

Toby stared at her and stayed stubbornly mute. This only made her feel more exasperated. Kids are cute, and that’s an understatement, but heaven help me. I have no idea what they’re thinking! Sometimes, one would find oneself rendered helpless by children and their strange demeanor.

Like right now.