I was his allergen she was his cure what if this allergen turns lethal? novel Chapter 77

Andrew came back at night.

He didn’t work late; he was home by six, his coat soaked. As soon as he walked in, he tossed it into the washing machine without thinking.

He glanced over at me, painting in my study, the corners of his mouth hinting at a smile as he slowly approached from behind, trying to steal a kiss.

I dodged him.

“Caroline, why do you feel so distant these days?”

He then looked at my belly. “Has the baby been good lately? I haven’t seen you throw up at all.”

Of course, I wasn’t throwing up because the baby had long been gone.

I let out a cold laugh, and when I turned my head, I caught sight of the fresh red marks around Andrew’s neck, instantly wiping the smile from my face.

Even though he had washed his coat, the heavy scent of the perfume popular with young girls still lingered.

“Step back a bit. I’m feeling queasy again.”

I pretended to gag and darted out of the study, shutting the bathroom door behind me before letting out a sigh of relief.

It was truly sad that Andrew and I had come to this point.

“Caroline, how about I take you to your prenatal check-up tomorrow?” he asked suddenly before bed.

I glanced at his phone on the coffee table and said lightly, “I doubt you can. Bonnie booked you to check out that new couples’ hotel tomorrow.”

Andrew’s expression darkened, and he snatched up his phone.

With his face twisted in anger, he started typing furiously. Soon enough, a call came in, and Bonnie’s voice broke through, laced with tears.

“Honey, I’m sorry! Please don’t block me.”

Andrew exploded. “I told you before, if you say another inappropriate word and upset my wife, I’m done with you.”

He hung up and turned to comfort me.

It turned out Bonnie was just drunk and rambling.

But I wasn’t naive. I knew this was all just for show.

I laughed softly. “Andrew, you don’t need to do that.”

“Let…”

“Let’s just get a divorce.” The words barely formed on my lips when Bonnie sent another video.

In the clip, she was drenched in rain, looking sultry and mesmerizing, but a few dubious looking men lurked behind her.

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I Was His Allergen, She Was The Cure. What If This Allergen Turns Lethal?

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She cried om. “Honey, come! They’re following me. Help!”

Andrew’s face went pale, and he shouted, “Caroline, I need to step out!”

I smiled. “It’s fine. Your priorities are clear. Go save her.”

He shot me a grateful look and rushed out without even grabbing his coat.

I lowered my head and continued painting.

I’d gotten used to these kinds of situations over time.

When Andrew returned in the dead of night, I had already framed my painting and drifted off to sleep.

In my dreams, I felt him gently wrapping his arms around me.

“Caroline, I know you’re feeling down today, right? Don’t worry, I’m planning to fire Bonnie. Once I wrap up my work, I’ll focus entirely on you while you prepare for the baby, okay?” he whispered.

If I hadn’t been asleep, I probably couldn’t have contained my laughter.

Maybe Andrew had been acting so long that he’d convinced himself.

Or perhaps he knew I was faking it.

He intentionally spoke those words just to me, wanting me to go back to how things were before-swallowing all the pain and misunderstandings without complaints even when I was hurt.

But I had already seen through it all.

The next day, I slept until ten. I turned and saw Andrew at the door wearing an apron.

“Good morning, lazy cat. Come have breakfast.”

I was shocked.

Andrew didn’t go to work?

Staring at the lavish spread on the table, I almost thought I was dreaming.

“Caroline, I’ve taken you for granted. You’ve been through so much for me-multiple attempts at IVF and the pregnancy sickness. I’m sorry for making you suffer.”

He pulled a huge diamond ring from his pocket and handed it to me with a tender look. “In the future, I’ll make it up to you, Caroline.”

I didn’t extend my hand to take it; I felt so lost.

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