Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 582

Chapter 582

Chapter 582

‘Get out.” Anathea drew her hand back, her bluntness an extension of her grumpy mood. “Or I’ll call the cops.”

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She hadn’t expected Gregory to show up at her apartment late at night. She’d refused to open the door and let him in, but he flipped over the next–door balcony to get into her place.

It was the 15th floor, for heaven’s sake, and if he’d made the slightest mistake and fallen off the edge….

“You care about me, don’t you, Annie?” Gregory’s gaze bore into hers as he gripped her shoulders once more.

The panic she’d shown earlier had been for his sake, wasn’t it? Shed been worried about him getting hurt or worse, right? However, Anathea pointedly avoided his gaze. “Don’t flatter yourself. I thought you were a burglar, that’s all.”

But that burglar turned out to be Gregory, who had not only barged into her apartment and gripped her by the shoulders but also surveyed her place like she’d hidden her secret lover somewhere.

Had he gotten worked up because he thought she’d brought a man home to spend the night with? One could not cook up a more absurd scenario than that!

Anathea frowned at the thought and shook off Gregory’s grip. “Get the hell out of my place right now!”

But her words fell on deaf ears, for Gregory led her to the couch like she’d said nothing at all. He crouched before her and rubbed her sore knee, asking, “It’s a little swollen. Do you have ice at home?”

When she didn’t answer, he stood up and padded over to the freezer. When he found an ice pack, he returned to the living room and set the pack on her injured knee. The icy touch of the pack on her red, swollen knee made her leg twitch.

Gregory quickly moved the ice pack away, then placed it back gently. “Be careful next time.”

He spoke softly, his voice like a feather that tickled and probed at her tightly shut heart.

“I can do it myself.”

Anathea tried to pull her leg back, but Gregory clutched her ankle to keep her from moving. “I’ll do it for you. I’ll leave when I’m

done, okay?”

She pursed her lips.

He handled the ice pack like an expert, leaving no room for her to argue against his ministrations. When he caught the open suitcase lying on one side of the room and the clothes packed within, his gaze flickered. “Where are you going?”

“On a business trip,” Anathea replied stoically.

That was just a cover. In truth, she was going to search for clues.

She recalled the scene at the hospital. Adam was suffering not only from amnesia but also from an addled mind. He needed a caretaker at all times.

“Dad, have some broth,” Anathea had said, blowing on the broth to cool it off before bringing the spoon to Adam’s mouth.

However, Adam had shaken his head suddenly and muttered, “No no more broth… I’ve already signed the papers…”

“What?” Upon hearing these words, Anathea froze. “Dad, what did you just say?”

Adam turned away from the bowl of broth, looking terrified. “I won’t drink it! I won’t! I’m going home to see my daughter! Don’t hurt her!”

Anathea’s fingers had clenched at that moment. She set the bowl down and attempted to placate Adam. “Dad, it’s fine. Everything’s fine. Let’s forget about the broth, okay? No more broth.”

Only then did Adam gradually calm down. He stared at Anathea intently. “Are you…

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