This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

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?”

Sonia replied with a

his face darkened as he argued, “You’re lying to me. My name is Toby, not

is a nickname I gave you,” she answered through gritted teeth, rolling her eyes at

As his anger subsided, he gazed at Sonia blearily and asked,

right now, of course. Toby, I really want to see how you’d react after you sober up and

was clearly too drunk to comprehend her

I don’t even know why I bothered telling you all this in the first place; it’s not like you can understand what I’m

chowder from the tray and placed it carefully in Toby’s hands. “Take care not to spill it.”

grasp on the bowl, and when she was sure that he wouldn’t tip the bowl on one side and spill the chowder,

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

but that was when she sensed Toby staring at her

him with a raised brow. “Are you going to keep staring at me

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

sighed. “What is it? Don’t you know

and stayed 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 rendered helpless by children and their

Like right now.

bowl and reached for his instead, taking it out of his hands as she scooped up some chowder

as he was told and opened his mouth, and she

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

replied with a small shake of his

roll of

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

bowl aside and handed him a glass of water. “It’s for you to rinse your

proceeded to rinse his mouth without needing any assistance. When he looked like he was about to be done, she raised a small basin for

somehow became inept again and waited for

her. “Okay, you 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 others

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

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

wiping his mouth was, once again, a chore that he could elect to