His Affair, My Glue, Their Screams at 2 AM novel Chapter 6

I sat and intentionally ground back and forth.

Mark finally couldn't take it anymore.

He pushed me away forcefully.

The motion was so strong that even he was startled.

I stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.

His face flashed with panic:

"Honey... I didn't mean to."

After steadying myself, I casually glanced at his pants, which had a dark shadow.

Blood must have seeped out again.

My tone was full of concern.

"Babe? What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Let me check."

With that, I reached to pull down his pants.

Mark, however, recoiled as if frightened, shifting backward frantically, only to aggravate his wound.

The pain made him grimace.

His voice squeezed through clenched teeth, tinged with trembling:

"Nothing, I just suddenly need to pee."

He tightly covered his crotch, thighs pressed together, moving step by painful step toward the bathroom.

I leaned back on the sofa, watching his pathetic figure, my mood improving greatly.

While they were away from home today.

I had installed cameras in every hidden corner of the house.

Ensuring complete coverage, including the bathroom.

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In the camera feed.

Mark carefully removed the bandage, revealing the raw, bloody wound underneath.

He took out a tube of ointment from his pocket, and with trembling fingers, slowly applied it to the wound.

The moment the ointment touched his skin, he gasped in pain.

Yet he bit his lip hard to prevent making any sound.

Watching this, I felt a wave of satisfaction.

I hadn't expected Super Glue to be so powerful.

I began to wonder what Lisa's condition might be like.

Her wound area was larger, surely she must be suffering even more.

After nearly half an hour, Mark finally emerged from the bathroom.

Mark's hand jerked, dropping the prawn onto the table.

I pretended not to notice, continuing: "Babe, do you know who it was?"

Mark's eyes darted around, his voice involuntarily stuttering.

"I... how would I know?"

"Hmm, why aren't you two eating? Are you feeling unwell?"

Perhaps from guilt, they could only force smiles and painfully swallow the food.

Meanwhile, I enjoyed my postpartum diet, in an exceptionally good mood.

Over the next few days.

I varied the takeout I ordered for them:

Cakes and bubble tea, fried chicken and burgers, seafood feasts, Sichuan and Hunan cuisine...

Each meal made their faces turn green.

Mark walked with his legs increasingly clenched.

And Lisa even could no longer sit down normally.

On the third night.

Lisa finally couldn't take it anymore.