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

Chapter 666 The Peak of Frustration

With Toby to cushion her fall, Sonia felt no pain whatsoever, though her chin throbbed after colliding against his muscled back. She rubbed her chin as she scrambled off him, then reached to pull him up. “Toby, are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“Hmm?” Toby sat up gingerly on the floor and gazed at her in confusion.

She felt one of her eyes twitch. As it turned out, he didn’t even know what was going on, and he probably didn’t register his own fall. But judging from the looks of it, he doesn’t seem like he’s hurt at all. Besides, the floor is carpeted.

With that in mind, Sonia visibly relaxed and continued to help Toby out of the study, guiding him toward his bedroom.

He had no strength in his legs, and he staggered with each step until they finally, painstakingly, found themselves in the adjoining bathroom of his bedroom. Sonia didn’t think she had ever in her entire life been as exhausted as she was in the present. “Phew.” She let out a breath, then turned to address the man next to her, saying, “Okay, hold on to this!”

She jerked her chin in the direction of the bathroom sink.

Toby blinked at her stupidly. “Huh?”

She rolled her eyes, then enunciated through gritted teeth, “I said, put your hand on the edge of the sink so you can hold yourself up.”

“My hand?” He glanced down at his own hand for a few seconds, then tried to reach for the sink.

Relief washed over her when she saw that he was doing as told, but just as she was about to let go of his arm, he suddenly drew his hand back from the sink. He moved so quickly that she would have missed such a gesture had she blinked.

The corner of her mouth twitched a little in exasperation as she asked, “What’s wrong with you, Toby? Did the sink electrocute you or something?”

“It’s cold,” Toby answered stiffly, pursing his lips.

The onset of a migraine was starting to attack Sonia as she grumbled, “I know the sink is cold, but I don’t see how that’s a reason for you to not hold onto it. Surely you aren’t so fragile as to shrink away from cold porcelain. Are you a man or not?”

“I am,” he replied matter-of-factly with a nod.

She could choke on frustration. “Well, you answered pretty quickly to that. Okay, that’s enough dilly-dallying. Hold onto the sink now.”

he shook his head,

mad, don’t get mad, she chanted in her mind like a mantra. He’s a ten-year-old kid right now. You mustn’t get mad at him. Listen up, Sonia Reed, if you get riled up

just how blatantly oblivious she had been to the trials that came with caring for children, particularly the man-child who was currently in her charge. In fact, she had never quite

to the sore conclusion that

warned, “Toby Fuller, I’ll only say this one more time: put your hand on

the sink right away. Looking over at

heavens’ sake, why must I become

head without saying anything, behaving much like a dejected child who had just been told

help seeing the comical side of this, though she was still frustrated. He looks like I’m about to drag him into a slaughterhouse. “Alright, now just keep holding onto that sink and plant your feet firmly on the ground, okay?” She slowly let go of

“Okay…” he mumbled begrudgingly.

then turned

could accommodate five or six persons at the same time. She resisted the urge to snort as she thought rather disparagingly, My,

in. As the water ran, she

once

at his hand, and after making sure that he had a firm enough grip on the sink to not topple over, she ventured out of the

in the wardrobe space, she made a beeline for the rack where his sleepwear collection was stored

the neatly folded boxer briefs in one of the many drawers, and instinctively blushed as she selected one at random. Unceremoniously shoving it

he saw her figure re-enter the bathroom. Cheerily,

change of clothes into the hamper, she went over to hold his arm and helped him over to

again and then lifted his leg so he

his arm to stop him. “Hey, what are

as he blinked and replied without

forehead. “How are you going to do that

questioning why bathing while fully clothed was impossible. She pulled a face that suggested she was trying hard to keep her frustration from getting the better of her; with forced patience, she explained, “Toby, listen to me: you cannot step into the bath while you’re fully clothed, okay? So take off your clothes and go into the tub, and

was pointing at and noticed the

parent and said, “Alright, you just

he said, holding onto her