Pursuing My Ex-Wife Isn’t Easy
Chapter 16
Not long after the nurse left, Aura was led into Anne’s office.
“Be careful when stitching up my wound. I don’t want any scars!” Aura ordered coldly before she leaned back in her chair and started watching videos on her phone.
Her behavior displeased Anne, but she was a doctor above all else. Lowering her head, she began to stitch Aura’s wound seriously.
Just as Anne squatted down and was about to start sewing, all while Aura was watching a drama on her phone, Nigel accidentally fell on Anne.
“Ouch!”
His little finger landed right on Aura’s wound. He took the opportunity to wipe the salt on his fingers onto her wound—
“Argh!” Aura was in so much pain that her entire face contorted in an instant, and she almost jumped out of the chair. That startled Anne completely.
“Sorry……” Nigel quickly bowed his head and confessed his mistake, “Beautiful Auntie, I didn’t mean it. just… accidentally fell…”
Aura’s facial features were distorted with pain AS she stared at Nigel viciously. “careless? That’s it?”
“It was an accident.” Nigel pursed his lips and looked at Aura with those pitiful doe eyes. “Pretty Auntie, if you’re really angry… You can fall on top of me.”
Aura’s eyes were round with anger. She was an adult! Was she going to fall flat on this stinky boy?
“Pardon me, this is my godson. Children like to fool around,” Anne apologized in a low voice as she began to disinfect Aura’s wound with alcohol. “It’ll hurt a bit, so please bear with it.”
Aura’s screams suddenly sounded more intensely in the office.
Anne finished sterilizing the wound and began to suture it.
Aura still looked down at her phone, her attention on the show. She was nearing a pivotal moment in the plotline when her cell phone suddenly beeped that the Wi-Fi password was incorrect.
Aura frowned. “What’s going on?”
Beside her, Nigel cautiously leaned over. “Pretty Auntie, let me help you get the password..as an apology for what I just did.”
Nigel took her mobile phone, quickly logged in to Aura’s mobile account with his spare mobile phone, and synced all her messages.
Once finished, he deleted the verification information in Aura’s phone and logged in to the Wi-Fi he just changed the password for.
Nigel moved quickly, and coupled with his young age, Aura was completely unaware.
She took the cell phone he handed back to her and smiled arrogantly. “Okay, I forgive you!”
Nigel returned her gaze and smiled crookedly. “Pretty Auntie, you’re so kind!”
Pleased with his compliment, Aura finally left, satisfied.
After she left, Anne quickly closed the door and forced Nigel to the corner and questioned him, “Why did you rub salt into her wound? And the last time she was in the restaurant, you were the one that made it so that she couldn’t get out of the bathroom, right? Do you have something against her?”
Nigel changed into a more comfortable position and leaned on the small bed. “Guess.”
…
That night.
After Luna coaxed Nellie to sleep, she secretly went out to call Nigel.
“Fine. I know you’re taking care of Nellie, so I didn’t bother you.” On the other end of the phone, Nigel sounded level-headed and relaxed. “I’m fine with Godmother.”
“You and Nellie…”
He remembered what he had read in Aura’s phone before—her conversation with her friend.
The little boy sighed. “Be careful over there. That mistress isn’t a good person.” Although he could clearly monitor the contents of Aura’s phone, her entire life was not written on her phone, and he could not control everything.
“I know.” Luna sighed. “While you live at Godmother’s house, don’t cause trouble for her, do you hear me?”
“I know, I’m not a kid anymore.”
Nigel rolled his eyes. “The nurses in Godmother’s hospital like me, so don’t worry.”
His mature tone amused Luna as he acted as if he was a little adult, smiling helplessly. After speaking with him a little more, she hung up the phone and went back to the villa.
On the coffee table in the living room were fragments of wedding photos Aura had torn down during the day. She frowned.
Almost instinctively, she sat on the sofa and carefully pieced the pieces together. Although she did not want to admit it, that was indeed the best memory she ever had.
What a pity…
Just as Luna was about to piece together one of the photos, a man’s low, indifferent voice was heard from the stairs, “What are you doing?”
She withdrew her hand abruptly and looked in the direction of the voice.