Please Let Me Go novel Chapter 20

Antonio bit her lips mercilessly. Adelaide cried in pain and hurriedly whimpered, "Yes, I’ll keep that in mind."

Antonio was always helpless when she cried. He had tried to threaten her, yell at her, and scare her. But her tears were still streaming so fast.

He couldn't even kiss his wife?

Seeing her crying terribly, as if she had suffered a lot, Antonio sighed, "You win!"

"Come on, don't cry."

Antonio let her go and rarely wiped her tears for her.

"Never say what you just said. Or… !" Antonio raised his hand and made a gesture to hit her. But he was just scaring her.

Adelaide sniffed. Without Antonio's warning, she also dare not say again. She glanced at the bowl which was broken just now and changed the topic, "I will go to sweep the broken glass."

Antonio was silent. She knew that he acquiesced.

Picking up the paper basket from the desk, Adelaide squatted on the ground and carefully picked the cigarette butts and broken glass on the ground up and threw them into the basket. As for the remaining ash, she had to run downstairs to get the broom and dustpan.

After doing these things, she found that the soup in the bowl was also stained. There was a little ash floating on it. Adelaide was very sad. It took her a long while to make a bowl of soup. She had hoped that Antonio could drink it all.

But now, her hours of effort were in vain. The more Adelaide thought about it, the sadder she felt. She didn't want to waste it. But there was ash in the soup. She picked up the soup bowl and was hesitant.

It was as if she and Antonio were in the same situation. She had a hard time getting pregnant with his child. But Antonio liked Clarissa. She was reluctant to give up on Antonio. But she also did not want to be with Antonio who loved someone else.

She was now on the verge of a choice and did not know what to do.

Antonio looked at her back. He suddenly felt that she was very lonely. She did not stand steadily.

He could not bear it. In the past, his grandmother would also make soup. She had said that a good cup of soup would take a lot of time and effort. So, this girl should have been making it for a long time, right?

'She deserves it. Do you forget how brother died? She is a pest, a murderer!' a dwarf's vicious voice rang out in his mind.

'But, she's nice!' This dwarf's voice was clearly vulnerable and he said softly. Sure enough, he got a rebuttal from another dwarf.

Antonio sighed secretly and looked down at his watch. It was almost lunchtime. So, who was cooking when he heard the sound of the kitchen ventilator at eight or nine o'clock? The answer was self-evident. He walked to Adelaide, who was looking at the soup with sigh.

Antonio carefully saw the ash inside and remembered the scene he was angry just now. He pressed Adelaide's arm and took her bowl with the other hand, "I'm hungry. Go and cook."

Adelaide was puzzled, "But isn't Damla here?"

"Stop talking nonsense! What you cook tastes unpalatable. You need to practice hard."

"Alright!"

Adelaide turned around and walked two steps away. Then, she turned back to pick up the soup bowl, "This soup is not clean. Let me go pour it."

"Leave it. Hurry to go and cook." He shouted loudly again.

Although Adelaide did not understand, she did not argue with Antonio.

She was afraid that Antonio would be too hungry. So, she simply fried a few dishes in the kitchen and rushed to take them to the study.

The man was still lowering his head and dealing with official business. Had anyone told him that he looked charming when he was serious? Adelaide thought to herself.