Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65

“No need. I can do it myself,” Anathea retusel.

With a sharp crash, the shattered pieces cut into her hand, and a paned gasp slipped from her lips.

Only then did Gregory pause, his dark gaze shifting to Anathea’s disheveled form before flicking back to Thomas.

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After Thomas took the heavy punch from Gregory, the side of his face was swelling badly, and a thin trail of blood trickled from the comer of his mouth.

But his eyes remained unwavering. “Mr. Sinclair, I swear there’s thing between Mrs. Sinclair and me. Please don’t take your

Alger out on her.”

Little did he know, to Gregory, those words sounded like a pathetic attempt to cover things up.

Gregory tightened his grip on Thomas‘ collar, his voice dripping with scorn. “You’re just a cook. What gives you the right to say this to me? Or do you think that by clinging to a woman I’ve already grown bored of, you’ve somehow gained some ridiculous

sense of superiority?”

Anathea’s face turned pale in an instant.

Thomas frowned tightly. When he was about to retort, Gregory flung him to the floor without a second thought. “Get out,” he ordered icily.

“Mr. Sinclair!” Thomas refused to back down

She didn’t think she was close enough to Thomas to accept being 1 by him.

Bat Thomas didn’t seem to mid at all. Instead, he said seriously, you want to burn my hand again before you’ll be satisfied, Mrs, Shalah?”

Anathea tensed slightly. She hadn’t meant that way.

However, Thomas smiled. “I’m just joking. You’re sick, Mrs. Sindar. As an employee of the Sinclairs, it’s my duty to take care of you. So, please have this soup so you can recover faster, okay?”

Anathea hesitated for a moment, but then Thomas addest pitifully, My hand was already burned just now, and now my arm’s getting sore because I’ve been holding it up for a long time. Please have a little mercy on me, Mrs. Sinclair.”

A flicker of guilt flashed through Anathea’s eyes. She had no choice but to open her mouth.

The soup was mild in flavor but tasted surprisingly good.

Is it good?” Thomas asked.

“Then, have

ave some more.” Thomas scooped another spoonful and held it to her lips.

Anathea pressed her lips together. When she saw Thomas was just treating it as routine work–given his normal expression she didn’t refuse again.

After a few spoonfuls, she already felt a bit healthier. She reached out to take the bowl from Thomas. “I feel much better now. I can handle it myself”

But Thomas didn’t hand over the bowl immediately. Instead, he pointed at the comer of her mouth. “There’s something on your lips, Mrs. Sinclair.”

“Really?” Anathea quickly wiped at her mouth with her hand, but he couldn’t feel anything.

“It’s on this side,” Thomas said, using his thumb to wipe her mouth.

The warmth of his touch made Anathea freeze. She stated at Thomas in a daze, a trace of surprise flickering in her eyes.

“He’s… crossing a line,” she thought.

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