My Wonder Mom’s Versatility

"What...what...what do you want to do?"

I wanted to go down. The entrance is too high. I didn't feel safe.

He carried me directly to the sofa.

"Your mother asked me to take care of you. If you don't want to go home, I can only come here."

I turned my head guiltily. It wasn't that I didn't want to go home, but I didn't know how to face him.

I was hesitating, but suddenly, I saw that his cheeks were also red.

The red mark looked like a palm print, as if it had been slapped.

I quickly put down the chicken wing in my hand, took off my gloves, and held his face up.

"What's wrong with your face? Someone slapped you? What happened?"

He grabbed my hand and held it in his palm.

"You don't want to see me anyway. Why would you care?"

My heart felt like it was being blocked, and my eyes gradually turned red.

He...

Was it my mom?

Was it because he failed to take care of me? Or did she know something?

I sobbed and said, "I'll go back with you. I'll be a good girl."

I couldn't hold back my tears anymore.

Henry had to coax me for a long time before I stopped crying.

It started to rain. So we didn't leave.

There was only one bedroom in the apartment.

Because I'd changed the secondary bedroom to the study...

I hugged the spare quilt and stammered, "Well... I'm sorry, but you have to sleep on the sofa..."

I couldn't share my bed with him.

Last time we were drunk. But now, we were perfectly sober.

He raised his chin and motioned for me to give him the quilt. Then, he casually threw it on the sofa.

Suddenly, he reached out to cover his handsome face.

"Zoe, do you have any medicine? I feel like my face is swollen. It hurts."

His lazy voice was fascinating.

He raised his hand and knocked on my forehead. "Zoe, what are you thinking?"

I covered my forehead and rummaged through the cupboards for the first aid kit.

He said that his hand was also in pain and asked me to help him apply the medicine.

Huh?

Why didn't his hand hurt when he picked me up with one hand just now?

Seeing that I didn't want to help him, he looked at me with puppy eyes.

"Zoe, you little heartless one. Whom did I suffer this for?"

"Okay, okay, I'll do it..."

I couldn't bear him looking at me that way. I pulled my upper body away from him and applied the ointment on his wound.

His wound would have healed if I was a bit slower.

…

The next day, I received an invitation for a date.

It was a boy that my classmate introduced to me last time.

I was too embarrassed to refuse, so I decided to meet him. It was just a formality.

After dressing up, I remembered that Henry was still there, and he had made a rich lunch for me.

His gaze drifted to my bag. The glasses reflected the light, so I couldn't see the emotions in his eyes clearly.

He raised his eyebrows at me and said, "You're going out."

His tone was indifferent, but somehow I felt a little scared.

I replied awkwardly, "Well, I'm going to see a friend. I won't have breakfast... Enjoy by yourself... And you can go back. I guess I will go back at night."

As soon as I put on one of my high heels, I felt a warm breath behind me.

"Zoe, who are you dressing up for? And you are going back only at night?"

I turned around. Henry was so close that I could see his eyelashes.