Ex-husband, Please Respect Yourself

Chapter 65: I Would Take Care of You at This Period

Tyrone did not insist on it, but just raised the corner of his lips and looked with a slight smile. "Mr. Spenser is indeed a rare good man at home."

"Mr. Raman overpraised. I just yearn for this simple life. I don't pursuit other things too much."

Tyrone did not speak any more.

A few minutes later, they pushed the door into the cafe and found their seats.

Matt Spenser put the child on the chair, ordered some desserts in front of her, then ordered two cups of coffee, rationalized the mood, and said to Tyrone, "Mr. Raman won't let Cathy go?" Tyrone leaned on his chair and looked like he was lazy and looked at Mila who was eating dessert seriously opposite him. "This is between me and her. It shouldn't have much to do with Mr. Spenser."

But he was thinking that would Cathy like this kind of man who could take care of family, children and elders, and be good at cooking?

Apart from having no children, he could learn to do anything else. Wasn't it boring that the woman divorced from him and planned to find the same way to live?

What on earth did she want?

Love?

She may not love Matt.

Life?

In the past, he did not feel any bad about her life. He would give in to her and never quarrel with her. She didn't want to do housework. He seldom let her do it. Was that enough?

"But I am a lawyer. Mr. Raman never thought about the trouble you are causing to Cathy today?" Matt frowned slightly and the eyes became a little sharp.

Tyrone's expression was slightly disoriented. "What?"

"Your mother."

Two words, let Tyrone's heart sink. He instantly understood.

"I know how to handle it myself, and I won't tell anybody else until I get it right."

"Handle it well?" Matt sneered, and patted Mila's head sometimes. "With Cathy's present condition, she has no ability to support the baby at all. What do Mr. Raman plan to do? She won't remarry you. So besides providing alimony, you take the child's alimony away by judicial procedure. The former, your mother certainly won't agree, and the latter, I think your mother will be more impatient than you."

Tyrone suddenly fell silent.

After a long time, he looked at him calmly and murmured, "What do Mr. Spenser want me to do?"

It was really hard to deal. He knew his mother's temperament. Once she knew the existence of a child, she would never stop.

The coffee was stirred gently by Matt, and his tone was flat. "Child comparing with money, she will definitely choose the former. Mr. Raman can pretend nothing to happen just as before and stay away from her After the birth of the child, she should not refuse your visit."

This was Cathy's current plan.

Tyrone laughed without thinking, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of ice and very cold. "Mr. Spenser is going to take the offer to the end, right I'm not interested in consulting any law. The child is mine. Every child has its own dad, so you should spend more time with her. You can think about the suggestion I made earlier. That expert is really good."

Pointing to the Mila with his chin, he stood up and said coldly and politely, "Thank you for your treatment. I have anything else to do."

Matt eyes darkened in an instant, and the fundus of the eye surged with a slight discoloration.

He did not speak and watched him leave quietly.

He understood that the meaning of Tyrone's words very clearly that whether it was Lu Cathy or children, he would not let go.

After a while, he lowered his head and looked at Mila gently. "Mila, do you like Aunt Cathy?"

The little girl stared at him with her head tilted. Then she opened her mouth and a smile showed on her pink face. She nodded her head. Then she continued to bow his head and concentrate on eating.

Matt, gently rubbed his forehead with her finger pulp, slightly curving his thin lips and showing a trace of complexity in his eyes.

Without going to work, Cathy talked with her mother in the morning at the ward. After lunch, she took out her notebook and sat in the ward for a while. When her mother fell asleep, she stretched out and went out to the garden downstairs.

Tired of walking, she sat down on the bench to rest and felt thirsty. She looked around and found a hot drink stall.

She got up, went over, swept the menu, and said to the waiter, "A cup of milk tea, thank you."

Suddenly a voice came in after her words, "Sorry, no more."

Before Cathy could respond, she was pulled away by a tight wrist.

She fixed her eyes on the back of the man's head and looked angry. "Tyrone, why do you come here again? I'm thirsty for a cup of milk tea."

The man whispered as he walked, "That kind of drink is not good for your health. I'll buy you anything you want to drink."

Cathy had a slightly strange expression.

Then, grinding her teeth and fidgeting his hands, he said, "Enough, Tyrone, I can bear it no matter you care or not. You don't have to force yourself here. Why do you go? Don't wander in front of me!" "No." Tyrone looked down at her with a good-looking eyebrow showing a strong sense of pressure. "I know all your bad habits. I don't want them to go to ICU as soon as they are born, so I will look at you well in the meantime."

"But I also assure you that I will not tell anyone about pregnancy."Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Cathy was silent for a moment.

This bastard!

What bad habits did she have? Wasn't that smoking and drinking? But she basically did not touch those things after pregnancy. She did know how to love her own children

Seeing her shriveled and ugly expression, the man's thin lips bent showing his good mood. He raised his hand and rubbed her hair. He said gently, "Okay, you are not thirsty? I'll take you to buy drinks, huh?" Because she didn't go to work, she dressed casually, didn't make up, and her hair was messy. She was tender and weak women now. Especially the white and small face became a little fat because of pregnancy, which added some joys, let Cathy look more comfortable for Tyrone.

The gentleness in his voice, let Cathy trance for a while, and then she raised her beautiful eyes to stare at him. She said fiercely, "So you still do not go? Do you want me to die of thirst?" Tyrone, "..."

"OK, let's go."

Taking her hand naturally, the man walked in front and his handsome face slowly emerged a trace of warmth.