My Doting Husband novel Chapter 34

"Dad, I'm sorry. I have already thought about this..."

Charles's fist hit the table, making a sound.

"Don't tell me this. The matter is still undecided. But you just want to get a divorce. No way! After the New Year is over, get back to New Zealand..."

After Charles said, Wilson didn't speak for a long time.

Sean turned around. When he was about to leave, he heard the old man shouting inside, "What are you sneakily standing at the door? Come in!"

...

It was not uncommon that Wilson was older than Sean 14 years.

The Charles family originally had three children, but the youngest daughter committed suicide when she was 19 years old. She burnt charcoal in the apartment to kill herself for a man of heartlessness.

For the Charles family, the blow was undoubtedly fatal.

But even so, both Wilson and Sean made Charles worry.

Wilson had been married for many years, but he never had a child. Now, he was nearly 50 years old.

Sean was not in a hurry. It seemed that he didn’t want to get married in a short time.

Charles was getting older day by day. The neighbors and comrades-in-arms who was the same age as him even had great grandchildren, but his two sons didn’t have any children.

In the study, Charles vented all the anger on Sean.

Sean closed his mouth tightly, but he still didn't mention the marriage.

...

After dinner, Sean stood alone on the balcony and smoked.

In the living room, Rachel was tactfully refusing the intention of Belle to let her stay overnight.

Belle said to Sean who was at the balcony. Sean didn't seem to hear her. He stood in front of the French window with his back to the living room. Others didn’t know what he was thinking.

Belle wanted to call Sean over, but was stopped by Rachel.

Rachel said with a smile, "Ma'am, no need. Sean was so busy recently. He even had no time to rest. I can go back by myself. Just let him rest earlier."

Faced with such a sensible and well-behaved future daughter-in-law, Belle was very pleased. She nodded, touched Rachel's head, and said, "Well, I'll let Bishop drive you back."

Rachel smiled and nodded.

Before leaving, Rachel went to the balcony to say goodbye to Sean.

Sean put out the smoke and got up to walk her out.

Outside the gate, Wilson stood alone in the yard, talking on his cell phone, with his head down and his face a little dignified.

"I'll talk about this when I go back... Well, I know..." Wilson's tone was calm. But he frowned tightly.

Sean took Rachel past him.

"Brother..." Rachel greeted Wilson softly.

Wilson raised his head, smiled and nodded to Rachel. He watched her and Sean go out, then lowered his head to continue talking on the phone.

...

After Sean saw Rachel go into the car, he returned to the yard alone.

Wilson's phone call had been finished. He was standing next to a big tree with one hand in his pocket. He was flicking the end of his cigarette on the ground and wiping it out with the tip of his shoe.

A few big shrimps were eaten, she was very satisfied.

She picked the largest one from the plate, peeled off the shell of the shrimp neatly, and put it to Sean's mouth, "Eat one? It's very fresh..."

Sean paused, and looked down at her hand.

Emma's hands were beautiful, with fair skin and slender fingers. The orange-red shrimp oil stained her fingertips. The pink shrimp was held by her. It looked a little bit more playful.

Thinking that Sean would be disgusted her, Emma withdrew her hand dejectedly.

Just when she was about to throw the shrimp into her mouth, Sean grabbed her wrist.

Emma raised her head with a look of astonishment. The next moment, the shrimp between her thumb and index finger was already bitten into his mouth by Sean.

Emma's movements were stiff. She blinked her eyes. She forgot to withdraw her hand, so she just held it in the air so stupidly.

After a while, Sean glanced at her who was stiff, and said coldly, "You have eaten a lot today..."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and ordered Flora to remove the plate of shrimp in front of Emma...

Emma's mouth was wide open. She was so sad. No words could describe her depressed mood at this time.

On Monday.

Emma sat cross-legged on the big bed and had a meeting with Nunu.

Nunu's head was lying on Emma's legs. His tongue drooped outside, panting heavily.

Emma stared at Nunu earnestly, and grabbed his ears, "Hey, do you think Joey is really angry with me this time? He hasn’t called me for a few days... Should I go to apologize to him?"

Nunu raised his head and glanced at her with a dull expression on his face.