Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 393

Anathea didn’t have much energy to comfort Xander, so she resorted to lying.

But it was obvious Xander didn’t fall for it. “But why are you wearing our school janitor’s uniform, Mom?”

Anathea paused and glanced at herself. She and Hannah had swapped clothes with a janitor in the restroom to shake off the bodyguards earlier. She’d been so caught up in the moment that she’d forgotten to change back into her own clothes!

“Uh…” As Xander blinked his large eyes at her, Anathea was suddenly at a loss.

The next second, Gregory walked up to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his embrace. He said matter–of–factly, “Because your mother and I were playing a game.”

“Game?” Xander’s eyes sparkled. “What game?”

“Roleplay.” Gregory’s gaze fell on Anathea as he enunciated the word..

Anathea stiffened, then shot him an odd look.

Xander beamed with excitement. “I want to play the game too! Mom, can you play it with me?”

“No, she can’t,” Gregory bit out with a dangerous gleam in his eyes, looking territorial.

“Aw, why not?” Xander was baffled. “Why can’t Mom play the game with me?”

Xander had heard from Chloe that her mother often played games with her, and she’d been especially happy recently because her mother spent time with her every day.

Xander was jealous of Chloe; he also wanted Anathea to play games and spend more time with him.

“Because this game is for grown–ups only.” Gregory looked solemn, as if he were delivering a lecture.

“You can play the game with your wife when you grow up, but you don’t have to roleplay as only a supervisor and a janitor. You can choose to roleplay as a CEO and a secretary, a doctor and a nurse, or a lawyer and a—

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“Gregory!” Anathea’s voice rose as she quickly cut him off. “Do you have any idea what you just said? Don’t go around teaching kids such nonsense!”

The next second, Gregory crouched a little and scooped Anathea into his arms. Caught off–guard, she instinctively clung to his neck to keep from falling and demanded, “What are you doing?“.

“You want me to stop teaching kids, so how about I teach a grown–up instead?” Gregory countered meaningfully, then strode away with Anathea still in his arms, leaving Xander behind.

Xander gaped as Gregory carried Anathea away, and it took a while before he snapped out of his daze. He pouted. “Poopiehead! He stole Mom from me again!”

Xander had made so much effort to convince Anathea to spend time with him, only for Gregory to swoop in like a hawk and steal her away again. Gregory was the worst!

Upon hearing Xander’s protests, Anathea cut Gregory a withering look. “Put me down. I promised Xander I’d work on a class project with him. He’s supposed to hand it in tomorrow, and the teacher will want to see the actual work.”

“I’m not putting you down,” Gregory said dismissively, not at all stopping in his tracks.

“The teacher taught him what to do, and he should do his own homework anyway. Why should parents be involved in trivial stuff like this? How is he supposed to learn independence?”

Anathea caught the subtle jealousy in his tone and frowned. “Seriously? Why are you holding a grudge against a kid?”

Gregory’s armis tightened slightly around her when he heard this is voice seemed edged with a mix of indescribable emotions as he pointed out hoarsely, “Hypocrite. You’re the one holding a grudge against me, you know.”

Chapter 393

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