Chapter 210


    Chapter 210 But What If We Can’t Get Out?


    He nced around, I wasn’t sure if he had taken in my words. He uttered a nomittal “oh”, got off


    the wheelchair, and started walking with a slight stagger. I supported him as we entered the courtyard


    of Water Vi.


    I hadn’t been to this house for some days. I lived here for two years, everything seemed so familiar, yet


    everything also seemed so strange.


    Noticing the person beside me had stopped again, I was used to his behavior. Looking at him, I said


    helplessly, “What’s wrong now?”


    The man looked at the swimming pool in the yard, and I had no idea what he was thinking. Suddenly,


    inexplicably, he started to take off his clothes. In the three or four degree temperature, he was suddenly


    undressing. I quickly grabbed his hand, eximing, “What are you doing?”


    The temperature was so low that even if he didn’t die in the cold wind, he would at least lose ayer of


    skin.


    Seeing that I wouldn’t let him undress, he furrowed his handsome brows, looking at me innocently and


    said, “Didn’t you say we’re home? Can’t I take a bath and go to sleep?”


    I nced at the water in the pool and couldn’t help butugh and cry a little. No wonder he was


    suddenly staring at the pool, he was nning to take a bath here.


    Taking a deep breath, I had no temper left to scold him. Patiently, I said, “Go wash with hot water in the


    room, the water here is cold, you’ll get sick.” This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.


    After I finished speaking, he looked at me, his attractive eyes curving as he said, “Alright, I’ll listen to


    my wife.”


    Mc??


    Daughter-inw?


    Did he borrow this term from dogs?


    I dragged him into the vi’s hall. Originally, I nned to just drop. him off and leave, but out of


    humanitarian considerations, I thought that if I left him now, he might just run back to the yard to take a


    bath. After weighing the pros and cons, I decided to be a good person to the end and took him to his


    room.


    Just as I was about to coax him into the bathroom, he suddenly turned around and looked at me, his


    face serious as he said, “Tabatha.”


    I paused, standing at the door watching him, “What’s wrong?”


    This room used to be our bridal suite. After a long absence, it seems to be just as it was before.


    He looked at me, his voice somewhat hoarse, “Aren’t youing in?”


    I was a bit confused, couldn’t help but stare at him. Was he sober now? Or was he not drunk at all? He


    was just…


    Being stared at by him, I forced a dry smile and said, “It’ste, I should go now, you should rest well.”


    Regardless of whether he was drunk or not, I had already sent him home, which could be considered


    as having fulfilled my duty.


    After speaking, I turned around and prepared to leave directly. Suddenly, there was a hurried footsteps


    behind me. Almost-in an instant, my wrist was suddenly grabbed. Before I could react, I was