Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again

Chapter 665

Chapter 665 Tobykins

Sonia couldn’t help but smile when she saw how happy Toby was at her return. “Yes, I’m back. See, I made good on my word and didn’t leave at all, and I came back on time.”

He hummed contentedly in response.

She pulled up a chair next to the couch and sat down. “Can you get up?”

“No,” he said, looking at her piteously as he shook his head.

She sighed, then reached out a hand. “Come on. I’ll help you up.”

He put his hand in hers, and as soon as she had a firm grasp on him, she pulled him into an upright position on the couch. “Okay, hold still, and don’t fall back again.”

“Okay,” he said, nodding like an obedient little boy.

He was behaving so well that Sonia couldn’t resist ruffling his hair affectionately. “You know, Tobykins, I didn’t think you’d be so much more fun during a hangover.”

“Tobykins?” he repeated with a raise of his brow as he eyed her inquisitively. The next moment, he grimaced and demanded unhappily, “Who is Tobykins? Are you seeing someone else?”

His voice was loud, and he looked at her like she was the biggest heartbreaker in the city. She tried to keep from sputtering as she asked, “What are you talking about? Who’s seeing someone else?”

“You!” he replied furiously, glowering at her.

She blinked, then pointed at herself. “And who am I seeing?”

Incensed, he pursed his lips, and his eyes were red as he grumbled, “Tobykins!”

“Well…” Sonia felt the corner of her lips twitch at the accusation. I’m seeing someone else by the name of Tobykins? Okay, well, as things are, I can’t say he’s wrong. She put a palm to her forehead as she looked at him incredulously and said, “I swear it’s like you’ve lost half a mind, Toby. You do realize that you’re Tobykins, don’t you?”

This seemed like news to him as he stiffened. “I’m Tobykins?”

replied with

face darkened as he argued, “You’re lying to me. My name

is a nickname I gave you,” she answered

subsided, he gazed at Sonia blearily and asked,

now, of course. Toby, I really want to see how you’d react after you sober up and recall every single childish thing you said and did today. I bet you’d wish a hole could open

was clearly too drunk to comprehend her words, and his confusion

dismissively. “You know what? It’s fine. I don’t even know why I bothered telling you all

and placed it carefully in Toby’s hands. “Take care not to spill it.” My goodness, it’s like I’m actually fussing over a little

was truly on his best behavior as he carefully held the bowl in his palms. Sonia could tell that he had a firm grasp on the bowl, and when she was

as it was, having gone without food for the whole morning while she was fussing over him. Hours had passed since

began to take small mouthfuls of it, but that

the spoon down and glanced at him with a raised brow. “Are you going to keep staring at me like that, or are you going

he was about to say something, but he did not utter

it? Don’t you know how to feed

stubbornly mute. This only made her feel more exasperated. Kids are cute, and that’s an understatement, but heaven help me. I have no idea what they’re thinking! Sometimes, one would find oneself

Like right now.

instead, taking it out of his hands as she scooped up some chowder and brought it to his lips.

was told and opened his mouth, and she spooned the

you’re just trying to get me to wait on you hand

he replied with a small shake of his

me,” she said with a roll of her eyes, then brought yet another spoonful

making it clear that he wanted her to spoon-feed him. Resigned, she sighed and fed him each mouthful. It wasn’t as if she had a choice; if she refused to feed him, he would stare at her with wide puppy eyes, which was her weakness. More importantly, he was

aside and handed him

water and proceeded to rinse his mouth without needing any assistance. When he looked like he was about to be done,

mouth, but this time, he somehow became inept again and waited for her to do it for him instead, staring

know what, Toby? I think I’ve figured you out. You may look like a hapless kid right now, but your thoughts are clear enough for you to decide which chore you’d like to do on your own and which you’d prefer to have

you chowder, which happens to be a chore that he’d prefer someone

rinsing his mouth, he knew that there was no way she could have helped him and resorted to doing it

once again, a chore that he could elect to have someone

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