A Divorce Make Me Rich

“Mr. Ulsens, what’s bothering you? Mrs. Callahan can’t cure illnesses. Should I call a doctor for you?”

“No, I just want Mavis. Seeing her will make me feel better.”

Moore frowned tightly and looked very uncomfortable.

Seeing this, the nursing worker had to go to the next room and wake up Mavis to come over.

“Moore, how do you feel? What’s bothering you?”

Mavis walked quickly and sat down by his bed.

Moore turned his head and whispered, “Mavis, I want to move back downstairs.”

She was puzzled. “What’s wrong? Is it uncomfortable living here?”

“I can’t sleep here well anymore. And now that I’m disabled, the size of the room doesn’t matter to me.”

As he spoke, a hint of sarcasm flashed across his lips before disappearing.

“Don’t talk about yourself like that. You’ll recover,” Mavis scolded him seriously.

“I was joking with you Mavis. Actually it’s because I really can’t sleep in this room anymore. I have a new problem – bed recognition – so please put me back in my old bed in the regular ward where I can sleep soundly.”

He insisted on moving back downstairs and Mavis couldn’t persuade him otherwise so she had no choice but to compromise with him.

At Moore’s urging, the nurse helped him move back downstairs overnight. If they had known earlier that it would be like this, they wouldn’t have bothered Moore at all.

“Are you satisfied now? It’s already late. Get some rest. If there is anything, call for help from either an attendant or directly ask for me.”

Overwhelmed by drowsiness, Mavis couldn’t help but yawn causing a tear drop at the corner of her eye due to exhaustion.

“Mavis, I have one more thing: let’s fire this attendant too. I really don’t like strangers taking care of me.”

Maviz opened her mouth but ultimately said nothing; nodding instead.

Last time, the doctor specifically reminded them not only take care of Moore’s body, but also pay special attention towards his emotions. The attendant being fired meant she would have personally stay up all night watching over him.

The regular ward was too small without any comfortable sofas or beds. Mavis simply sat on a bench outside in the corridor .

Soon, drowsiness overwhelmed her again.

“You foolish woman.”

Anthony waited half day inside his hospital room without seeing anyone around. He went next door looking for her only then did he find out that troublemaker-Moore- moved down stairs.

He hurriedly came down stairs only finding out she was sleeping on a bench outside.

Although grumbling discontentedly under his breath, he gently picked up princess-like sleeping beauty afraid he might disturb her sweet dreams.

“Hiss.”

Just as he exerted force, Anthony felt pain from tearing wounds.

Despite this, he still held her tightly in his arms.

In the hospital room, the little one had already fallen asleep on the couch.

Anthony gently placed the woman in his arms on the bed and then picked up Alistair and put him on the bed as well.

Unlike a regular hospital room, this VIP room had a large bed, with a layout similar to that of a presidential suite.

He touched his wound and then poured himself a glass of warm water. Looking at the sleeping faces of mother and son, he suddenly felt an indescribable sense of happiness. It was strange but wonderful.

After ten minutes or so, Mavis slowly opened her eyes and sat up abruptly.

The environment around her had changed for a moment which made her feel uneasy until she saw Anthony. Then she felt more at ease knowing where she was – in his hospital room.

Anthony put down his glass of water. “Be quiet so you don’t wake my son.”

What did he mean by “my son”?

It was clearly their child whom she carried for ten months! How could he say such things?

“You rest with Alistair,” Mavis said softly. “I’ll go downstairs.”

Anthony’s eyes narrowed slightly as his face darkened. “You’re not allowed to leave.”

They were not yet divorced. How could she be so eager to abandon them father and son to take care of another man? This would surely cause gossip about their marriage throughout the entire hospital!

A strong sense of jealousy spread throughout the room.

Commanding her? That wouldn’t work!

Mavis bent down to tie her shoes without looking at him directly. However, Anthony stepped forward blocking her way firmly with one leg before saying, “Give me a bath.”

“Mr. Callahan, if you want to take a bath, you can ask a carer.” Mavis tried hard not to roll her eyes but couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable with this familiar commanding tone from him again.

“You know I don’t like other people touching me,” he explained while looking into Mavis’ eyes intensely as if trying to convey something else entirely different from what he just said.

But Mavis didn’t catch any hint from what Anthony meant. She was ready to walk away when she remembered that it was because of her that Anthony got hurt too.

Besides if Anthony recovered quickly enough then maybe they could both return back to Bostrain soon enough before anything else went wrong at work again…

Thinking about it all made Mavis compromise, “Okay fine,” She agreed reluctantly while turning around towards bathroom door grabbing towels along with basin full off water.

Before the basin could even fill up, the sound of the door locking reached her ears. Instinctively, she turned around, only to collide with Anthony’s chest.

As she looked up, she noticed that apart from a towel strategically wrapped around his essential parts, Anthony’s body was completely bare.

Covering his body were old scars, scars that crawled over the once-pale skin, creating a grim and fearsome sight.

Ever since he had shown her the scars on his body the last time, he had stopped hiding them from her, displaying a surprising openness about this aspect.

However, despite the injury, his evenly toned and muscular abs were still real. She turned her face away and coughed calmly.

“What are you coming in for? Wait outside, I’ll wipe it for you later. Hurry up and go out.”

As her words faded, her hand rested on Anthony’s abdomen, gently pushing him away.

She just simply wanted him to go out, not to take advantage of him.

However, speaking of it, the feeling of these abs was pretty good.

“Wiping outside will get wet. I don’t like the floor being damp.”

Anthony spoke calmly and without any hesitation, showing no sign of anything being amiss.

“Can I go mop the floor later?”

“It’s troublesome, but here we are. Let’s get started,” Anthony spread his hands out in a straight line, as if he was ready to be manipulated by her.

Don’t give her another chance to say a single word.

Never mind, let’s get this over with quickly.

Mavis slowly helped him wipe him with the towel she had twisted. Although she was already a mother, her skin hadn’t thickened.

After just two wipes, facing Anthony’s aggressive and piercing gaze, her cheeks inexplicably turned a blush.

“Start by wiping here.”

Sensing her shyness, Anthony grasped her fair hand, guiding it up and down as he helped her maneuver the towel.

Mavis felt like the temperature in the bathroom was rising, but she was not sure if it was just her imagination.

“Are you feeling hot?”

While speaking, Anthony intentionally took two steps closer to her, reducing the distance between them to just a fist’s length, their skin almost about to touch.

In the enclosed space, they could hear each other’s heartbeat clearly.

“It’s a bit hot, let’s go outside.”

Mavis didn’t give him a chance to answer and went around him from his side.

How could Anthony give her this opportunity?

With a sweeping motion of his long arm, he embraced her slender waist, his lips gently brushing against her ear as he whispered, “How about we cool off together in the shower?”