My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball

Chapter 82

Chapter 82 Why Was He So Caring Toward Her?

As soon as they were in the living room, Rosalie was pinned onto the couch.

The three little ones stuck closely to her like three little tails as they looked worriedly at her handkerchief–wrapped finger. Byron, on the other hand, was scouring the living room for a first aid kit.

Alas, Lucian got off the couch and took the first aid kit out from below the TV cabinet. He passed it to him.

Byron caressed Lucian‘s head, took the first aid kit, and stood beside Rosalie.

The little ones scampered away, giving him space. Byron sat down with an aloof expression. His icy aura caused the atmospheric pressure around him to have a major dip, but his actions were gentle. Rosalie lowered her gaze to watch him for a while before she could not help but avert it in feign calmness to look at the floor. If she were to continue watching him, she was afraid that she might cause some unwanted misunderstanding. This man. All he had for her was supposed to only be pure hatred, so why was he so caring toward her now?

After dressing the wound, Byron took out a band-aid and used it on her wound.

Rosalie realized that he had finally let go of her hand and breathed a secret sigh of relief. She got up to put some distance between them as she thanked him softly, “Sorry to have troubled you.”

When Byron heard it, he frowned slightly and did not respond. Rosalie looked at the mess on the kitchen floor and turned around, wanting to continue cleaning up. “What are you doing?” Byron‘s angry voice rang in her ear. Rosalie froze, then she explained, “The floor is still a mess. I‘m worried that the kids might get hurt.” C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

As soon as she was done speaking, Byron’s facial expression visibly darkened.

He really did not think that this woman, even with such an impressive resume, could not take care of herself properly!

Rosalie watched the storm brew on Byron’s face and frowned slightly. She did not know what she had done wrong yet again. Could it be that she had inconvenienced him from what had happened?

After giving it some thought, Rosalie was ready to apologize before she heard Byron‘s voice once again.

“You‘ve just treated your wound. You can‘t be in contact with water. I‘ll get you a domestic helper.”

Byron did not give Rosalie a chance to react. He dialed Luther‘s number immediately. On the other end, Luther had just finished his dinner and was about to wash up before heading to bed. At that moment, he received a call from his beloved master. He answered the call with fear while trembling.

“Get me a domestic helper here at No. 32, Empire Court within half an hour.”

Luther was stunned. Before he could ask more, Byron hung up. Looking at his dimmed phone screen, Luther, albeit confused, contacted a domestic helper agency and fetched the domestic helper personally. He escorted her to the address that his master had ordered. .

“Sit down and wait for a moment,” Byron said to Rosalie.

Rosalie saw that he had ordered a domestic helper, so she did not insist. She went to sit at a place with a good amount of distance from him. The three little ones were barricaded away from the adults, so even after sharing looks, no one spoke a word. At that moment, the air in the living room was a little awkward.

After about 20 minutes, the doorbell ringing pierced through the thick awkward atmosphere, breaking its spell. Rosalie was about to get up to answer the door when Byron was already near the door.

“Master.” Luther had a short–hair woman with her by the door. Byron stepped aside to allow them entry. Very quickly, the domestic helper cleaned the kitchen up perfectly. In the process of it, she chatted with the three little ones cheerfully.

The three little ones could not stop smiling as they interacted with her. Rosalie was slightly moved as she saw how much the three little ones liked her, so she took the initiative to ask, “Hi, I’d like to ask if you‘re interested in working here long–term? Your job scope includes taking care of the children and occasionally helping out with the cleanliness of the place. That‘s all. You can decide on the amount of your pay.”

The woman was quick to say yes. “No problem! It‘s a coincidence that I‘m pretty fond of children. You can just call me Lisa.”