What An Overbearing Man
The three little ones shared a look, dropped the Lego blocks in their hands, and ran toward the kitchen.
“What happened, Mommy?” Lucian and Nox looked worriedly at their mother.
Rosalie snapped back to her senses and felt even uneasier as she looked at the two little fellas before
her. She lowered her gaze as she barely suppressed the emotions in her heart. She smiled and shook
her head at them.
“Nothing much. My hand slipped and I broke a bowl. Don‘t come in, okay? There are pieces of broken
glass everywhere.” When she was done, she nonchalantly squatted down to clean up the mess. The
storm in her heart was still raging, causing her to zone out while she was picking up glass pieces.
Byron stood behind the three little ones. As he looked at the woman who was hunched on the floor, his
eyes darkened.
He was not sure if he read her correctly, but he felt that this woman had her mind occupied.
Rosalie lowered her head as she felt the man‘s gaze fall heavily on her, making her feel like a deer in
the headlights. It caused chaos and turmoil within her heart.
She did not realize that she was pinching the sharp end of a broken glass piece.
She felt a sting on her fingertip. Rosalie jolted back into her senses and sharply inhaled involuntarily.
“Mommy!”
“Aunty!”
The three little ones shrieked in agitation as they watch blood ooze out of Rosalie‘s fingertip.
Lucian and Nox were about to enter the kitchen when a tall figure grazed past them.
In a blink, they saw their daddy squat down beside their mommy. His face was icy as his huge hand
grabbed their mommy‘s pale wrist. The two boys paused in their tracks.
“What do you think you‘re doing?!” The man sounded displeased. Rosalie‘s gaze was fixated on the
huge hand on her hand and could not react in time.
Immediately, she felt something wrap around her waist as she was hoisted up in an embrace. When
she finally snapped back to her senses, she was already beside the sink. The stern–faced man turned
the faucet on and yanked her injured finger over to allow running water to clean her wound.
“You guys wait outside. Don‘t come in.” Byron turned his head and reminded the three little ones.
The little ones may be worried for Rosalie, but they nodded obediently after they saw the man taking
care of her.
Byron turned his head back and saw that the blood was washed clean off Rosalie‘s finger. He took a
clean handkerchief out from his pocket and wrapped it around her finger to stop the bleeding
“Thanks.” Rosalie lowered her gaze as she tried to pull her hand out of his. “I‘ve got the rest.” The
man‘s brows were slightly furrowed as his grip tightened. Rosalie tried tugging her hand, and when she
could not free it, she felt a little frustrated. This man had already borne a child with another woman.
Estie was even watching on the side. She really did not want to be so close to him. Besides, all this
man had for her was hatred, so why did he have to care for her like this? The more she thought,
Rosalie looked at the man before her with a frown. Rejection was evident in her eyes. However, the
man had no intention to be platonically courteous and said, “I‘ll dress the wound.” It was as if he did not
see her reluctance.
He was about to hold her hand and lead her out when Rosalie gritted her teeth.
“I don‘t need to trouble you. It‘s getting late. You bring Estie back. I can handle the rest.” Upon hearing
her words, the man who was walking in front paused in his tracks. Rosalie could vaguely tell that the
man was unhappy, but that emotion disappeared quickly.
“Your right hand is injured. How are you gonna dress the wound yourself?” Byron suppressed the
negative feelings within his heart and pulled the woman out without looking back. The three little ones
scurried to follow closely by their side. Rosalie looked at their concerned gazes and stopped fighting.
She merely felt a little helpless. What an overbearing man.
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