Wife in a flash marriage: Mr. President, please divorce

Chapter 963
"Hunter..."

She murmured his name, a little scared.

"If you don't want to live, I don't need to bother to save you!"

"I... I know, I won't dare to do it again next time, please don't be angry, okay, I know I was wrong."

She knew that Hunter was also for her own good.

She quickly admitted her mistake obediently, not wanting to make him angry any longer.

She stretched out her little hand cautiously, then pinched the corner of his clothes, and tugged gently.

It's like a child who made a mistake, begging his parents to forgive him.

Looking at her cute appearance, Hunter suddenly felt very depressed.

He has always been a calm and composed person, which is the result of years of experience on the operating table.I dare not say that the waves are calm, but it can also be calm.

In the past, Molly also liked to play around, bouncing and jumping, all within the tolerance of her body.

He knew all of this, but when he saw how happy she was with Ye Anjue, his heart suddenly tightened.

Molly often smiled at herself, but she had never smiled so happily.

He felt uncomfortable, and it should be jealousy to be precise.

He had already regarded Molly as his belonging, so seeing all this now, he felt so uncomfortable.

Actually...it wasn't her who made the mistake at all.

Hunter withdrew his hand abruptly, turned off the air conditioner, and opened the car window.

Fresh air poured in, and his heart slowly returned to calm.

He took two deep breaths, and then said in a low voice, "Go home."

So the car continued on.

Molly couldn't react, but she was too scared to speak just now.

No words all the way until I got off the bus.

Hunter didn't speak again from the beginning to the end, she followed behind him step by step, saw him enter the kitchen, and followed him.

Hunter bowed her head and warmed up the dishes, and she immediately went to prepare rice bowls and plates. The two cooperated very well, because they had spent the past few years like this.

The two sat down, facing each other, and the atmosphere was a little depressing.

"Hunter...I know I was wrong." She was the first to break the calm and said.

Hunter just responded lightly: "Eat."

Don't bother with her anymore.

She had a hard time eating this meal, and she didn't want to make Hunter angry, whether it was her fault or not.

Hunter is her relative, master, father, and elder brother, and she doesn't want him to be unhappy.

After eating, she took the initiative to clean up the dishes, but Hunter took it with a strong attitude: "Go back to the room and sleep."

"But……"

"Aren't you listening to me now?" Hunter said lightly. Although his eyes didn't fall on her, it made her extremely uncomfortable.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end she turned around and left obediently without saying a word.

After she finished washing and came out, there was no one in the living room. Hunter should go back to his room at this time.

She stepped forward to knock on the door, but she didn't hear the response from inside. She frowned slightly. Could it be that she was so angry that she didn't want to talk to herself anymore?
"Hunter?"

She called several times in a row, but no one answered inside. She couldn't help frowning and turned the doorknob, only to find that Hunter was inside.

He was sitting by the bed, holding a newspaper in his hand, and was ecstatically reading it.

"Hunter?"

When she walked in front of him, Hunter realized it, and quickly put the newspaper in the drawer, and said in a trembling voice, "Why are you here?"

"I knocked on the door for a long time and called several times, but you didn't hear me, so I had to come in by myself. What are you doing, so focused, you can't even hear my voice."

She glanced at the drawer suspiciously, and asked curiously.

"Kids, why do you know so much? What are you doing here, don't you need to rest?"

"I'm here to apologize. I know I was wrong, so I came here to say sorry sincerely." Standing in front of him, Molly said cautiously, wringing her fingers.

Those eyes fell on him, looking at his expression.

There was a hint of sadness on his face, was it caused by the newspaper just now?
"Okay, I forgive you, go back to sleep." He said lightly, then lifted the quilt and went to bed to get ready for sleep.

Wearing a black nightgown, he looked slender, and his deep facial features looked particularly deep under the light.

He leaned on the bed a little tiredly and closed his eyes.

"Tired? Do you need me to give you a squeeze?"

"Remember when we were together? You dare not sleep alone at night, you always like to come to my room, and then I will read you stories, remember?"

"Of course I remember, you always love me very much, and you took my hand out. People say that you are so young, why is your daughter so old." Molly smiled brightly when she thought of the past.

"Come here, I'll tell you a story tonight, and you'll go back to sleep later."

He moved aside and let her go to bed.

Molly didn't think there was anything wrong. In the 18 years of her life, there were only two people she had contact with the most, and Hunter was the one who stayed with her for the longest time.

She respected him in her heart, liked him, and got close to him. He was as tall as a god in her heart.

When she started menstruating at 14, Hunter gave her her own room, saying she had grown up.

Since then, this embrace rarely stays, and the occasional hug also makes her feel very warm.

She got into his arms, and said with some distress: "Are you too tired today? Why don't I tell you a story, as an apology, okay?"

"Are you planning to send me away like this?" Hunter said helplessly, but his tone was full of pampering.

As soon as Molly heard this, she knew that he was not angry with her anymore, and she immediately became happy.

She said coquettishly, "Are you okay?"

"It's not okay if it's not good." Hunter agreed.

She picked up the books on the bedside table, these were her reading materials, and Hunter told her to read them to her before, although he was already past the age of listening to stories to sleep, but he never threw away these books.

She opened the book, imitating the way Hunter used to read to herself, and vividly told fairy tales to describe it, she would have a feeling of being in the scene.

In the past, she always dreamed of having a tree house or a candy house, and Hunter would satisfy her, but what she bought back was a tree or candies piled up in the room.

Since then, she always likes to put two or three candies in her pocket. If she feels unhappy, she can eat one, and the effect will be very good.

Hunter was really tired, and fell asleep after listening to it.

She called him several times but there was no response, so she put him down, tucked in the quilt, and then got out of bed and left.

The moment the light was turned off, the man in the darkness suddenly opened his eyes.

His big hand subconsciously caressed the side, where the temperature of her departure still remained.

He watched the child grow up little by little, but when he grew up, he felt that she was going to leave him.

Then he would rather grow old alone, and she would always be by his side like a teenager.

(End of this chapter)