An Unfinished Divorce Feast

Chapter 9 Don't Come Here

When the masked man came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, Su Mo was curled up at the head of the bed, his shoulders were trembling faintly, and his hands were tightly wrapping the quilt around his chest, as if catching life-saving duckweed.

She looked up at him, her pale face was full of indifference, her amber eyes were full of tears, but her loneliness was full of stubbornness and protest, as well as strong anxiety.

With just one glance, the man's heart shrank suddenly as if being pierced by a strong laser.

The eyebrows under the mask frowned, and the man walked towards Su Mo.

Looking at the man who was approaching him step by step, his figure was perfect like an ancient Greek sculpture, and the way he strolled in the courtyard looked more like an elegant king.

However, in Su Mo's eyes, he was like a bloodthirsty demon, causing her to protest the most strongly from the bottom of her heart.

"Don't come here." Su Mo yelled, staring at him, his voice trembling.

But the man turned a deaf ear, his brows under the mask were tightly frowned, his complicated eyes locked on Su Mo, and he still approached step by step.

"Don't come, don't come"

At a loss, Su Mo grabbed the pillow beside him and threw it at the man in a panic.

The man reacted quickly, and the four pillows did not touch his body at all.

Seeing the man who had already come to the bed, Su Mo panicked. There was nothing beside him to throw at the man, so she could only drag the quilt desperately back.

However, there is no way out.

At the moment when the man raised his hand to reach Su Mo, Su Mo held his breath, closed his eyes, and helpless tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

The warm fingertips landed on Su Mo's slightly cool cheeks, and gently slid across, wiping away the tears on her cheeks.

Su Mo trembled all over, as if the whole air trembled with her.

He opened his eyes quickly, and just when Su Mo was about to shake off that big hand like a devil's claw, the man's deep and warm voice rang in his ears, full of bewitching.

"Sleep well."

Su Mo was startled, the hand that was about to be raised froze, unable to exert any strength.

Noticing Su Mo's reaction, the man's cold and hard jawline instantly softened, his charming thin lips slightly raised, turned around, and strode away.

Looking at the tall and straight figure of Dao Xin who disappeared behind the door, Su Mo leaned against the head of the bed weakly like a deflated ball.

What is he going to do?Why did he marry her?
Burying her face in the quilt, Su Mo began to regret it.

She shouldn't be angry, she shouldn't have agreed to marry
In the villa that has only been in for a week, the happy and harmonious atmosphere of the previous few days is no longer there. There is a suffocating strange atmosphere floating in the air of the whole villa. Not to mention the servants in the villa, it is Lin Miao. He didn't even dare to take a breath, and he didn't even dare to let the child in his arms cry.

In the hall, Gu Shaoyan looked at the paternity test report in his hand, and his face suddenly turned green.

"Speak less, what's the matter, is this child my grandson?" Zhao Li, who was on the opposite sofa, saw her son's face turn from white to green, and couldn't wait to ask.

Without even looking at Zhao Li, Gu Shaoyan flicked the report in his hand and strode towards the second floor.

Zhao Li quickly picked up the report left on the coffee table, and when she scanned the last row of results—the possibility of paternity being 0.0001%, she fell into the sofa with a pale face, and was instantly dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)