Beyond the Divorce novel Chapter 1383

I stood there dumbfounded, looking at everything in the bathroom. For a moment, I thought I had entered the wrong room.

A new material made explicitly for children's restrooms, anti-slip boards with granular massage particles covered the entire bathroom floor.

I felt incredulous. I didn't know what had happened while I was sleeping.

Atlas gently wrapped his arms around me from behind. His large hand rested on my abdomen and softly asked in my ear, "Do you like it?"

As I turned to face him, a sensation I had never experienced began to surge in my body and spread throughout my heart.

"When did you do this?" I asked softly, a bit coquettishly. My heart was utterly captivated.

"I couldn't let the danger of last night happen again. Jim bought this. He wanted to install it in the bathroom for our daughters. I did it last night so you wouldn't slip again!"

I was startled and asked, "Are you saying, Ava and the others' bathroom was also installed?"

"Yes! I can't just take care of the mom!" he said matter-of-factly.

I was sincerely moved. This man had gone above and beyond for us.

"You did it all by yourself?" I asked incredulously.

Our bathroom was quite large, and combined with Ava's bathroom, he must have worked all night.

I turned around and wrapped my arms around Atlas, pressing my face against his chest. At that moment, I felt an overwhelming happiness. I didn't know how many world-saving deeds I had done in my past life to deserve such a perfect man.

"As you do this, I can't resist anymore, you know... I'm very..." he whispered, pulling my hand somewhere.

Oh no! This man, this one thing, he's always game...

I quickly escaped his embrace, glanced at him sideways, and said blushingly, "Can't you be serious?"

Of course, I knew what my dad was excited about, but hearing my mom's words, I realized that my dad hadn't mentioned building the lab to her last night. He must be afraid that she would object.

So I didn't say anything either. It's his choice; he can explain it to my mom himself!

I took over the conversation, saying, "They have a lot in common!"

"Yeah! Rory is a peaceful gentleman. What a good, modest gentleman!" my mom exclaimed, then asked me, "Did he say anything about when he could treat his leg? If he could stand up again, that would be great."

"Let him recover his physical fitness first! Otherwise, he might not be able to handle the surgery."

"That's true, he's suffered these past few years," my mom sighed, "How nice it would be if your real mom was still with us."

I put down the spoon and fork, and then I looked at my mom.