Remarry My Ex-wife: Love Heals A Broken Heart

Chapter 27: I Don't Want To See You 

Looking at Patricia's trembling body, Zac frowned unconsciously.

He took another quilt and covered her with it, but she still kept shivering.

It seemed that she was shivering not out of cold, but out of fear.

The scene in front of him was all too familiar he had seen it not that long ago.

More importantly, when he saw the white gauze on Patricia's head, he felt annoyed.

He walked to the window and dialed a number.

After the call was connected, his cold voice was transmitted to the other end of the line.

"It is time to take action on the Sampson family's business!" Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

After saying this simple sentence, Zac hung up and put his phone back into his pocket.

He walked to the bedside and saw that Patricia was still fast asleep, with her knees curled up to her chest.

He felt a stab of pity in his heart, accompanied by unstoppable fury.

Although they were divorced now, Patricia used to be his woman.

No matter what she did, he was the only one who had the right to deal with her.

No one else could hurt her without his permission.

What the Sampson family had done to her had crossed his bottom line by leaps and bounds.

He was so busy thinking about ways to deal with them that he didn't realize that his attitude towards Patricia had changed.

In the past, he had never thought about her even though she was his wife, but now, he thought of her as his woman.

His eyes were fixed on the woman lying on the bed.

She always looked stubborn on the surface, but it turned out that her heart was fragile.

Looking at the helpless expression on her face, he reached out to hold her hand, and the anger in his heart was slightly suppressed.

With Zac's hand wrapped tightly around hers, Patricia finally stopped trembling and shifted closer to him.

In her sleep, she pulled his hand close and pressed it tightly against her chest, as if she had found a lifeline.

She kept mumbling, "Grandpa...I miss you so much...Grandpa..."

When Patricia pulled his hand close to her chest, Zac couldn't help trembling.

It turned out that her hand was so soft...

But he quickly suppressed his emotions and, with his other hand, reached out to carefully smoothen the infusion tube.

He was afraid that Patricia would touch the needle in her sleep.

That would be really troublesome.

After that, he tried to pull his hand out of Patricia's, but to no avail.

He slowly leaned closer to her to try to get rid of her hand again, but instead found himself attracted to the faint scent of her body.

He looked down at the woman under him.

He had never been this close to her before.

From this small distance, she looked stunningly beautiful.

Moreover, in the silence, she looked as delicate as a flower.

«© Although Zac didn't want to admit it, he couldn't deny it, either.

As he looked down at her like this, he felt his heart race.

At this time, Patricia opened her mouth and whispered something that made Zac's mood _ plummet immediately.

"Zac, you bastard! Go to hell! You even killed your own child! Bastard, you bastard..."

Patricia cursed, gnashing her teeth together.

When Zac heard these words, his handsome face immediately darkened.

He only heard Patricia cursing him, and automatically ignored the other words that she said.

He was so angry that he wanted to jerk his hand out of Patricia's, but before he could, he heard her crying and murmuring again.

"Baby, I'm sorry.Don't blame Mommy.It's all your bad Daddy's fault.He didn’t want Mommy and forced me not to keep you...Oh my baby...'m so sorry..."

Hearing Patricia's words this time, Zac felt as if he had been hit by a bolt from the blue.

His hand froze, and he stood by the bed in a daze.

Looking at the tears of regret that trickled down Patricia's cheeks, Zac felt his heart constrict in pain.

The child was his? But he had never touched her.

How could she have gotten pregnant with his child? But since she was unconscious, everything that came out of her mouth had to be the truth...

It seemed that he would have to ask her about this when she woke up.

But even if he asked her, would this woman tell him the truth? Back when he had first found out that she was pregnant, she hadn't explained it to him and even told him that the baby was not his.

He was afraid that even if he asked her, she wouldn't answer him honestly.

Zac's line of thought slowly shifted to Patricia's status in the Sampson family.

He suddenly understood why she always pretended to be invincible, like a hedgehog with thorns all over her body.

Whoever tried to touch her, she would prick them with her thorns.

She looked very cold, but in fact, it was just an act.

Once again, Zac's eyes wandered to the gauze wrapped around her head, and his heart ached.

He slowly reached out with his free hand and gently stroked her soft long hair.

He didn't know that his face was filled with tender affection.

"Patricia, why can't you learn to show your weak side in front of me like other women? Why do you put so much pressure on yourself all the time? Aren't you tired? I'm your husband, but you never tell me anything about you.Since you didn't say anything about the baby before, why did you tell me the truth now? Do you want me to feel guilty?"

Zac said.

He patted on Patricia's back and continued, "Well, you got what you wanted! I do feel guilty! I'm confused now.Was it good for us to get a divorce?"

As he spoke, Zac slowly sank into the seat next to the bed.

His left hand was on her shoulder while his right was resting inside Patricia's hand.

He felt sorry for her, but he didn't realize the intimacy of their position.

"I thought I should let you go if you were unhappy with me, but I didn't expect that it would put you in an embarrassing situation.Maybe I was really wrong!"

Patricia suddenly stirred, as if she was about to wake up.

Without thinking, Zac shot up from the bed like he had been caught doing something wrong, but because of his quick movements, he tugged hard on Patricia's hand, which was still holding his...

In an instant, Patricia opened her beautiful eyes.

When she saw the person in front of her, her mouth fell open in surprise.

But soon, she came back to her senses and assumed her usual coldness.

"Why are you still here? I don't want to see you.Get out!"

Looking up at Zac, who was slightly leaning over her, Patricia felt suffocated.

This pose was too intimate, and she didn't like it! However, Zac didn't jump up angrily as she expected.

Instead, he pointed at the place where her hands were clenched and gestured to her to look there with his eyes! It was only then that Patricia realized that she was holding Zac's hand.

As if burned by his hand, she shook it off and quickly shrank back.

The way she was avoiding him like a pest left a deep scar in Zac's heart.

Feeling embarrassed, he raised his hand and touched his nose.

The moment his hand got close to his nose, Patricia's unique fragrance, which still lingered on his fingers, made him excited again.