Chapter 475 Poppy
Chloe was itching to slap him again, but the second she lifted her hand, he snagged her wrist. She felt totally trapped, like he had her in a vice grip.
Finally, he let her go. Chloe's face was all red. She caught a whiff of something burning and snapped, "The egg tarts are burnt!"
"Who gives a damn about your egg tarts?" Donovan growled. "All you ever think about is food!"
"Yeah, that's right, all I think about is food!" Chloe shot back, icy cold. "Who cares if Jake is your kid? It’s got nothing to do with me."
"You left the country over this?" His voice was all rough and low.
"There were a ton of reasons I went abroad. Bottom line, it was time for us to split!"
Donovan suddenly laughed. "Who decided it was time to break up? You? Or was there some other reason you left? You're so hot, didn't you snag another boyfriend over there?"
He was talking about that picture from the mystery text. Chloe had a wild dating history, and yeah, lots of guys chased her. It drove him nuts, made him want to pin her down and have his way with her.
But now, Donovan was kinda hesitant. He'd been rough before, and it always made Chloe hate him. So this time, seeing her again, he didn't want to screw it up. He was being super careful.
Donovan's fingers traced over Chloe's soft skin.
"You're such a jerk!" Chloe spat.
Donovan looked Chloe over. She was getting more gorgeous and alluring. She used to be all innocent, but now she was sexy.
When he first saw her again, he knew something was different, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Now he saw it—she was sexier, with this classy vibe that drove men wild. He gently stroked her skin and said, "I'm changing your WhatsApp name to Poppy."
"I'm not!" Chloe turned her head away. She knew poppies were the source of opium, pure evil. She didn't want that.
"Not your call," Donovan said, eyes full of desire as he stared at her.
Chloe clenched her teeth. It wasn't her phone, so yeah, not her call.
Donovan's hands slid from her back, trying to unhook her bra. Chloe tried to slap him, but he dodged. They didn't notice Francis standing at the kitchen door.
"Dad, Mom, what are you doing? The egg tarts are burnt," Francis said.
Chloe quickly jumped off the counter. She pulled the burnt egg tarts out of the oven and dumped them in the trash.
"Francis, you hungry? I'll make you some porridge," Chloe said sweetly, "And a salad, okay? Kids need their veggies."
"Okay." Francis nodded.
Donovan gritted his teeth, shot Chloe a look, and led Francis out of the kitchen.
Chloe got to cooking. Soon, she came out with a small plate of salad and some porridge.
"Mom's only got this much food at home, just enough for Francis," Chloe said, patting his head.
Francis glanced at Donovan.
"Why don't you just say there's no dinner for me?" Donovan said.
Chloe ignored him.
After Francis finished eating, Donovan took him home. On the way, Francis said to Donovan, "Dad, Mom asked me a lot about you today."
"What did she ask?"
"She asked if you still read books," Francis said, blinking. "And she asked which women come to see you, stuff like that."
"She asked that? Lying makes your nose grow, you know."
"Sorry." Francis pinched his nose and stretched the tip of it. "She didn't ask. Oh, right, Mom said she's going to Maple Valley the day after tomorrow for a forum. Dad, let's go home."
"A forum? What day?"
"She said she's leaving from the school gate at nine the day after tomorrow. Dad, why don't you and Mom live together like other kids' parents?"
"Because..." Donovan didn't know what to say, so he just said, "How about we go home the day after tomorrow too?"
Francis looked up at Donovan and said, "Dad, are you trying to bump into Mom? That would be awesome."
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