Chapter 1220

Chapter 1220 He blinked, staring at the cake with bright eyes. "Mom, did you buy a cake?" The child looked delighted. She just nodded without saying anything. Putting aside the heartache and humiliation that Luke brought her, she said, "Would you like to eat it? I'll cut it up for you." "Let's wait for daddy to come back and eat together," Brad answered, though eager to eat the cake. Hearing this, Eileen shook her head. "Just eat it yourself. He won't come over here tonight." Although Luke wasn't close to Brad, Brad always remembered him. Did children never hold grudges? Were they kinder than adults? He was playing with another woman tonight. How could he come back? Maybe he was now having sex with that woman. Eileen's heart ached as she thought of this. She was too sad to breathe. "Daddy isn't coming back again?" The child's eyes dulled. He looked up at the door, his little face full of disappointment. Eileen didn't say anything to comfort him. Luke often didn't return here. Such a scene had been staged hundreds of times. Brad was used to it. Even if disappointed, he could soon recover. She wondered when the father and son would become closer. As expected, after a moment, Brad regained his composure. He was afraid that his mother would also feel sad. "Mom, let's eat the cake." She cut the cake, gave Brad a big piece, and herself a small piece. It tasted pretty good, sweet but not greasy. The cream was not too much or less. "Bang, bang, bang." Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Eileen got up and opened the door. The next second, Luke appeared. She was stunned. Why did he come back? "Dad, Mom bought a cake. Do you want to eat it?" Brad leaped with excitement. "Eat it yourself." Luke's voice was not gentle, but he was not so angry in front of the child. He then looked at Eileen, asking stonily, "Who allowed you to leave?" Eileen was tired, mentally and physically. For the first time, she wanted to resist. Without speaking, Eileen put down the cake in her hand. Just as she took a step, her arm was grabbed by the man from behind. "Didn't you hear me? Are you playing dumb or provoking me?" Instantly, the atmosphere in the room was tense. Brad also put down the cake, sitting in the wheelchair gazing at his mom and dad. "It's getting late. I'll take you to your room to sleep." Eileen looked at Brad, but Luke didn't let go of her. She lowered her hoarse voice, "I don't want to quarrel with you in front of the child." Hearing this, Luke turned his gaze. Brad tightened his small face, looking at them. Luke loosened his grip. She helped Brad back to the room, carried him to bed, and tucked him in. She then brought him a cup of milk, looking calm. Brad asked, "Mom, will dad row with you?" "No. He's just a little angry. Don't worry. Sleep now." Eileen pressed the quilt, got up, and left the room. Luke was already standing in the bedroom. His suit coat was thrown on the bed and his tie on the floor. "Who allowed you to leave?" After being hurt by him so many times, she didn't care what he did anymore.