Chapter 58
Dylan rubbed his eyes and said sleepily, “You’re finally here, Aunt Layla.”
“Yeah. Let’s go home. Put your shoes on.”
When Dylan lived with his mother, he didn’t know how to put his own shoes on. He only knew how to do it when Layla taught him while living together. Now, he
could dress and take care of himself.
It was almost 10:00 pm when they left the hospital hand in hand. On the way there, Layla thought of the thing that had been plaguing her for ages. She tumed to the most innocent child in the world and asked, “Who do you think is the unworthy one? Me, or stephen?”
“What do you mean, Aunt Layla?” Dylan asked.
- p. She’d been pondering the question herself. Was she really that bad?
Layla gave up.
Stephen wasn’t home when they arrived. Layla was used to it.
Stephen would always work overtime and hang out with his colleagues after work. He would return home late at night. Sometimes, when he still wasn’t home yet, she would prank him on purpose. She told the maid to close the doors so that Stephen wouldn’t be able to come home.
After that, her grandfather scolded her for it. Now, the doors were left wide open, and the lights were left on so that a drunken Stephen could come home any time.
Dylan looked around. “Daddy’s not home, Aunt Layla.”
Layla took a deep breath and said, “He’s busy. If you miss him, I’ll make him spend time with you tomorrow.”
“Since Daddy’s busy, I want to play with you, Aunt Layla.
Layla held Dylan’s hand as they went upstairs. “So, you’re not afraid of me anymore? What happened to that nickname you gave me? It was something about me being a pretty tigress.”
Dylan was embarrassed to have been called out. “I was afraid of you back then. Now, I think you’re an angel and the prettiest person in the whole world.”
“Of course I am. I know that even without you telling me.”
She sent Dylan to his room before going into hers
The pillow that Stephen slept on was still next to hers. She threw it onto the couch in spite and went into the bathroom.
Half an hour later, she walked out with a towel wrapped around her. Beads of water fell on her shoulders. She bumped into Stephen, who opened the door.
They were both stunned. Stephen’s gaze trailed down herface to her delicate, pale neck and the pink towel wrapped around her. Stephen’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
Layla looked up just in time to see him swallowing his saliva. She blinked. “You… How… Don’t you know how to knock?!”
She would usually walk out of the bathroom in her pajamas, but today, the pajamas were curled up in her towel. When she grabbed the towel, her pajamas fell to the floor and got dirty. Since Stephen wasn’t here, she decided to just walk out in the towel. As luck would have it, he came back the moment she walked out.
Stephen closed the door and stared at his wife. “This is my bedroom. Why should I knock?”
“There’s a woman in your bedroom!”
“The said woman is my wife,” Stephen replied.
Layla pursed her lips. Her wet hair fell over her pale shoulders while her skin carried a pink tint. Her naturally pretty face was even more alluring right this
Men were visual creatures. They had no defenses against this sort of woman. Stephen was a normal male, and on top of that, this was his wife.
This was her first time standing in front of Stephen in a towel, and Stephen’s gaze was scorching. Layla blushed and can to the closet. For once, she wasn’t continuing the fight,
