The Ex and Her Riches

Opening a durian with my bare hands?

Charles tensed.

The fruit was covered in thorns. It was close to impossible to open it without using any tools.

Even the smile on Zendaya’s face disappeared. She had initially wanted her brother to just bully Charles a little, but it seemed like the situation was out of control.

Her brother’s first request was ruthless.

She weakly tugged Benedict’s sleeve and muttered, “Benny, it’s hard to open a durian. If Uncle Charles uses his bare hands, he’s going to bleed a lot.”

Benedict furrowed his brows, a hint of annoyance manifesting on his face. “If he can’t fulfill my request, then he can leave immediately and never bother me again.”

“I can. I’ve promised you that I’ll do it, and I won’t go back on my words.”

With that, Charles gave him a gentle smile.

Benedict spotted the smile and huffed. He then clasped his hands together and looked out of the window. “Then hurry up and do it.”

Charles took out the durian from the bag. He observed it for a while, wondering where he should start.

Every once in a while, he would glance at Benedict, who had a merciless expression on his face.

A quiet laugh escaped his lips. Benedict was so much like Cedrick.

He was surprised that the boy could think of something so heartless at his young age.

If Zendaya was the flower of a rose, then Benedict had to be the thorns of the rose.

As expected of Cedrick’s son… Charles lamented in his mind before trying to open the durian.

Alas, the shell was too tough, and the thorns were too many. There was nowhere he could put his fingers to pull the fruit apart.

was nervously watching from

Just forget about it. I don’t want to eat durian anymore. I’ll think of another way to get Benny to forgive

agreed to the three requests. If he can’t

Uncle Charles can actually open

soon as she said that, a thumping sound rang in the

struck

endure the momentary pain instead of dragging out the situation. It seemed like he would have to shed some blood to satisfy Benedict anyway, so after a while of studying the durian, Charles made up his

someone who was once trained in the Central Intelligence Agency, his judgment and decision-making skills

attention of the children, and even Benedict craned his neck to look

The durian flesh smells, but the smellier it is, the tastier

her lips, her bright eyes fixed on the yellowish flesh of the

was expressionless

thought this won’t pose a

soon noticed something amiss with

Why is your hand shaking?” Promptly, she grabbed the hand he had used to strike the durian and flipped

covered in blood, and his fingers were shaking uncontrollably. Even his

badly! Does it hurt, Uncle Charles? Let

then huffed and puffed at his

He smiled and gently reassured her, “I’m fine. As long as I get

eyes were fixed on his

not bleeding or vomiting blood because of the virus. Charles’ hand is already a mangled mess. I’m

better seeing you in pain after the misery I had to go through over the years

small smile,

to pull the split durian into two parts. To avoid his blood dripping onto the flesh, he took out a pair of disposable gloves and

out the flesh of the fruit and placed them

calm and elegant, the look in

health, so don’t be too greedy. Keep the unfinished flesh in

Charles’ blood-filled glove and

your wound first.

up her face, an evident

to the professor to get your wound treated.