Infatuated with my Ex-wife

Chapter 13 People With Thin Lips Are The Most Fickle

The day after Irene returned from the hospital, Edward moved into her home.

Within their five-year-marriage, they hadn't lived together. Now Irene always lived alone in the house

where she had just lived. Apart from coming here when he wanted to humiliate her, Edward didn't come

to see her at all.

Seeing him here suddenly, expectation rose in Irene's heart. Was he here to take care of her?

Looking at Harry, the assistant of Edward, who helped him bring in his luggage, Irene felt an

inexplicable throb in her heart.

At this moment, Edward walked towards her bed.

Irene looked at the figure coming over and found that he did not wear a suit today. He was dressed in

comfortable casual clothes. He was tall and straight like a neighbor brother, which reminded her of the

first time she met him.

At that time, he was the Prince Charming in the hearts of all the girls. He was talented showing

himself on the debate table, attracting the souls of countless girls.

She was one of them. As her junior schoolmate, she only admired and revered him at that time. But

when did they become like this unconsciously?

Apart from injury, it was also injury. The two of them transmitted their strength to not let the other have

a good time. As if seeing each other's unhappy expression was their victory.

Just like now, Edward looked at her without a trace of pity.

"I heard that you were injured, so grandmother asked me to take care of you. She even asked Lydia to

keep an eye on me. Tell me, what are you up to?" Edward's eyes were blazing with contempt and

impatience.

Irene turned her head and saw Lydia bring her luggage in. It seemed that she could not hear his good

words during this period of time.

Standing up, Irene met the gaze of Edward. "I didn't ask you to take care of me. If you don't want to

stay here, you can leave at any time."

"Ha," Edward sneered. "You know that I can't refuse my grandmother's decision, so you deliberately let

me do this. You used to work with my grandmother to force me to marry you, don't you?"

There was a disgusted look in Edward's eyes, "I've learned all your tricks."

Irene saw that he was not allowed to argue, and suddenly did not want to explain. Anyway, in his heart, Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

she was a woman who was full of lies. In this case, there was no need to explain so much.

Lowering her head, Irene closed her mouth and said nothing.

Her behavior made Edward feel a little embarrassed. He looked at her with her drooping eyes, blue

black circles and pale face. She looked really haggard. He couldn't tell if she really had something

wrong.

But even if something really happened to her, it had nothing to do with him, didn't it?

Thinking of this, Edward put on the expression of disgust that Irene was very familiar with. "In short, I

don't want to make grandma angry. I will live with you these days until you recover."

"However," said Edward. "Don't think about taking the opportunity to get close to me. Just leave it to

Lydia to take care of you."

Irene looked at him and replied unwillingly. "Thank you very much. I dare not ask Mr. Edward to take

care of me. Otherwise, I may be short of arms and legs in a few days!"

After the two of them spoke, the awkwardness in the air dissipated a little.

The next few days were just like what Edward said. Although he lived here, he should have a meeting

because he had to work. Not to mention taking care of her, he didn't even bother to say a few words to

her, which completely ignored Irene.

Lydia saw this and reported to Edward's grandmother a few times. But Edward is here, and the old lady

can't care. She thought about how it was difficult for them to spend time alone, so they could only leave

the young man alone.

Recently, Lydia sent away the nurse she hired before and took over the work of replenishing supplies.

So she went out more often every day.

Once Lydia left, the situation required Edward to take care of everything on his own.

For example, at this moment, Irene looked at her plaster legs, hesitating and looking at Edward. She

wanted to say something but stopped herself.

Finally, he couldn't stand the woman's gaze. Edward finally turned around. Looking at her uneasy look,

he asked. "What's wrong with you?"

Irene hesitated for a while and said, "I want to... go to the toilet, but..."

Following her gaze, Edward saw her legs in plaster, and was a little impatient. "When will your legs

recover?"

Irene was a little pissed off by his attitude, "How would I know! I'm going to the toilet!"

It was the first time that Edward saw Irene, who was calm and self-restraint, showing such an

expression of anger from embarrassment. He was suprised and found her cute.

With a quick grab, he pulled the woman on the bed into his arms and said to himself that he had done a

good deed that day.

However, Irene, who was caught off guard by him, was at a loss.

This embrace was clean and warm. It was not as cold as she had imagined. Instead, it made her feel

that she was being protected.

Should she be grateful for this incident and finally had the chance to enjoy the feeling of being

protected by someone she loved.

Only God knew that this little bit of warmth was enough for her to taste during the second half of her life

when she was sad and frustrated.

"What are you doing?" Irene buried her head in the arms of Edward, and her voice was muffled.

Edward raised his eyebrows and said, "What else can I do? I'll take you to the toilet."

While they were talking, they had already walked to the door of the toilet. Irene saw that Edward carried

her into the toilet. He didn't intend to let her go. Her body, which was originally in the arms of Edward,

began to twist uneasily.

"Fine, fine. I'll do it myself. Let me go downstairs." Irene wanted to break free from his arms.

However, at this moment, Edward felt that it was rather interesting to tease her. But he did not allow her

to come down from him.

As the two grappled, Edward stepped on the water in the bathroom. His feet were unstable, and the

whole person fell backwards, together with Irene. They fell awkwardly on the floor of the bathroom.

At this moment, Irene was lying on the chest of Edward, with her hands around his neck uneasily. The

distance between the two people was so close that they couldn't even see each other's expressions

clearly.

As far as Irene could see, only Edward had pursed his thin lips into a line. It was said that a person with

thin lips was the most fickle. But it seemed that more like this, more reckless women would hold one of

her hearts in front of that person.

She might be the most stupid one among these women.