Love After Divorce

Chapter 295: Darling, then Ill tell you a joke.

There was a toothpick walking down the road, and suddenly it saw a hedgehog running past in the middle of the road.

Guess what it shouted? It called the hedgehog bus! Haha, isnt that funny? Adrian beamed, expecting a reaction.

RK felt that Adrians jokes were even more sleep-inducing than the poems.

The kid couldnt even tell a good joke.

What was the point of telling a joke that everyone already knew? Would Stella laugh? What a childish kid.

Darling, theres a kid in my class who came from abroad.

Do you know how he says How are you? Its so strange.

He asked me to learn his language because he keeps making mistakes in ours.

Isnt that funny? It wasnt funny at all.

That joke had been circulating in the entertainment world for ages.

Did this kid watch too many TV shows? Was he really a child? Darling, if you dont think my joke is funny, then Ill buy a big book of jokes tomorrow, and Ill read them to you one by one.

If there are any words I dont know, Ill ask Bad Uncle to help me.

Then youll surely laugh in bed! No one knew if Adrian realized that reality was always very different from fantasy.

RK felt it was time for Adrian to go home and do his homework.

Just then, the innocent Adrian turned toward him.

Bad Uncle, you dont want me talking to Darling, huh? Well, when Darling wakes up, Ill tell her to punish you and give you the death penalty! Hmph! Then your happy days will be over! Adrians voice gradually faded down the hospital corridor.

RK rubbed his forehead and sat back down by Stellas bed, speechless.

It was as if he had finally gotten the peace he wanted.

Stella, Adrian doesnt take after you.

Youre so quiet.

Why did you give birth to such a noisy kid like him? Did he take after me? No way, Im not a noisy person! RK mused, thinking of his former domineering and cold demeanor.

He couldnt help but feel dazed.

He didnt notice how noisy he had become lately.

That evening, RK once again fell asleep beside Stellas bed.

Recently, he had been feeling very tired, and he always seemed to drift off, even while sitting there.

In his sleep, RK felt something gently nudging him.

It was very faint, but enough to stir him from his doze.

He opened his eyes groggily and saw Stellas hand move, then fall back limply.

Discover more gαℓησvℯ????s․com RK rubbed his eyes, unsure if he had imagined it.

Just as he sighed in disappointment, he saw Stella slowly open her eyes.

You… youre awake? RK couldnt believe what he was seeing.

Stella tried to open her mouth but quickly realized she couldnt speak.

RK grabbed a cotton swab, dipped it in water, and gently moistened her lips.

Stella didnt even have the strength to swallow.

She could only rely on the tiny drops of water to quench her thirst.

Stella, youre finally awake.

Do you know how many days have passed? RKs eyes filled with tears as he spoke.

Stella looked at RKs slightly teary eyes and rolled her own with difficulty.

The last thing she remembered was fighting with him over Adrians custody, but her hatred for him had softened.

It felt like he had been the one talking to her in those dreams while she was unconscious.

The anger she had for him wasnt as sharp as before.

Although it was hard for Stella to move, and she still needed a lot of help with daily tasks, waking up wasnt as easy as being unconscious.

It was unsettling to her when RK took over and began wiping her face and applying her face mask.

Wait, wait, waitjust because she had been married to RK didnt mean she wouldnt feel embarrassed with him taking care of her like this.

But, since she couldnt speak, she could only feel the awkwardness in silence.

Despite this, RK noticed her discomfort.

Hey, Stella.

Im a respected young master of the Kingston family, but youre not happy with me serving you.

Whats wrong with you? he teased, noticing her unease.

Stella cursed RK in her mind, but she couldnt say anything.

She couldnt scold him or even muster the strength to glare at him.

RK thought it wasnt all bad.

At least now she couldnt reject his care or argue with him.

Right now, she was like a gentle little lamb, docile and sweet, not protesting anything he did.

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