His Affair, My Glue, Their Screams at 2 AM novel Chapter 5

"..."

They struggled for half an hour.

Finally, they had no choice but to call an ambulance.

The two were carried onto the ambulance in a bizarre position.

I stood on the balcony, watching the ambulance gradually disappear from sight.

Only then did I return to the guest room.

The baby was sleeping sweetly in the crib, completely unaware of what had happened.

I stroked his little face, silently making a promise.

‘Baby, don't worry.'

‘Mom will protect you.'

Then, my gaze fell on the pink bottle on the bed.

Good.

They used it all.

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Mark and Lisa didn't return until the next evening.

One walking with his thighs pressed together.

One with her butt clenched.

They hobbled in one after another.

Their postures looked very strange.

I had to pinch my palm hard to keep from laughing out loud.

"Where were you? I haven't seen either of you all day?"

I asked with feigned concern, my gaze moving between them.

An unnatural expression flashed across Mark's face, his eyes avoiding mine.

"The company had something urgent, I was busy all day. I just happened to run into Lisa downstairs, so we came back together."

His voice was floating, completely unconvincing.

I turned, my gaze landing on Lisa.

"Lisa, why did you disappear all day without saying anything? I was worried something happened to you."

Lisa's face was frighteningly pale, her lips trembling slightly.

Obviously, she hadn't found a suitable excuse.

I felt sorry for her.

Working like a mule by day, acting like a prostitute by night.

And still having to cook for me while injured.

How pitiful.

The clatter of pots and pans came from the kitchen.

Lisa's movements were clearly much slower than usual.

Mark bit his lip tightly, holding the edge of the sofa as he slowly sat down.

The pain on his face was almost overflowing, but he still held it in without making a sound.

I pretended not to notice his abnormality.

I walked to his side, affectionately put my arms around his neck, and planted myself on his lap.

I deliberately wiggled around while pouting:

"Babe, the baby's not home, we can finally have some couple time."

Mark's body suddenly stiffened, his face turning ugly.

His fingers gripped the edge of the sofa tightly, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.