Chapter 97 Ex Wife In Left Hand And Current Wife In Right Hand (1/2)
”Dad, Auntie Celia, look at the painting painted by Sven. It's so beautiful!”
Sven's words interrupted Celia's thoughts.
The theme of the painting was written in English with a brush on the top of it: my family.
My family.
The tall and strong man on the left was obviously her father; the woman with a good figure and beautiful hair on the right was her mother. Her mother and father stood on the two sides, with two hands holding the children in the middle. Each person had a big smile on the face.
The boy's simple wish was shown directly on the paper. Sven looked up at Carlos with exception in his dark eyes.
Ashley stood beside Sven, stroking his soft hair with her fair and beautiful hand.
Two seniors and one small were standing there like the picture. The harmonious family of three totally excluded Celia.
She was depressed and turned away directly.
The sound of the footsteps drew Carlos's attention. When he saw Celia's receding figure, he patted on Sven's head and said, ”keep going.”
Then he walked out of the room.
In the art studio, Sven was depressed. He lowered his little head and asked, ”Mommy, does daddy not like me?”
Ashley stroked her son's hair and looked straight ahead. Her words were as gentle as normal, but her eyes like a bottomless cold pool.
”No. how could daddy dislike Sven? Auntie Celia has just been discharged from the hospital today. She needs more rest. Your dad must be worried about her. ”
Sven gave a choked moan. ”Dad likes Celia more. He doesn't like me.”
Hearing his words, Ashley didn't defend for Carlos anymore, which was quite unusual.
”Are you angry?” Carlos stopped her before Celia entered the room.
”Let me go!”
She struggled to get rid of the iron hand on her wrist, but she couldn't.
He opened the door behind her and pulled her into the room.
The door was closed and he pressed her against the door slightly.
”What are you doing? Go away! ”
She tried to push her soft hands away. But she failed. Her body was as strong as an iron wall.
One of his warm hands grabbed her restless little hands, and the other hand slightly pinched her jaw, forcing her to face him.
The little woman's face was forced to face him, but her eyes were eager to look sideways.