After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 1110 Helping Him Take a Bath

Mistaken efforts, the little guy's retaliatory heart was strong, which was inherited from Mavis.

He guessed there was only a little bit of sympathy, but there was a lot of schadenfreude. Anthony was really upset and he can't let himself be the only one to suffer from this frustration. He reached over and pinched Alistair's little cheek.

"Aiya! Daddy is getting angry out of embarrassment, trying to bully the adorable baby, huh!"

The little cutie exclaimed dramatically, playfully sticking out a tiny tongue at Anthony, feeling extremely pleased with himself.

As Anthony's face grew darker, he quickly covered his little face and ran across the bed to avoid Anthony's hands.

But with his short little legs, how could he possibly outrun Anthony who was full of strength?

Anthony reached out his long arms and extended his big hand to grab the back collar of the little child, lifting him up effortlessly as if he was holding a small chick, and brought him in front of himself. Alistair was completely panicked.

"Ah ah ah ah!"

"I'm going to die! Ahhh!"

The room was filled with Alistair's howling screams, as if he were slaughtering a pig.

When Mavis came back after buying groceries, the little one had already calmed down and sat obediently on the bed, wiping away his bitter tears.

The initiator Anthony was so calm, half-leaning on the bed while reading Alistair's math textbook.

Mavis was at a loss.

How long had it been since she went out, and what happened to the father and son?

She leaned over to coax Alistair who immediately jumped on her, moaning and pointing at Anthony, wanting to complain.

"Wuwuwu Mommy, just now Daddy... he took me..."

Anthony casually looked up.

With just one glance, the little one's desire to complain was instantly interrupted.

The father and son looked at each other, and the little one immediately became timid, shrinking into Mavis' arms seeking comfort.

Mavis asked for a long time but couldn't get anything out of the little guy. However, she could tell from the father and son's eyes that something was amiss. "Is Anthony bullying you? I'll find a chance to teach him a lesson for you, okay?"

Having her say that, Alistair felt much better, and agreed with a grunt.

As it was the weekend, the family of three spent almost the whole day together, which was rare and harmonious.

Raymond, Kane and Moore will come over to mooch a meal during mealtime.

A large group of people were eating and having a lively time at the table.

Alistair quickly hit it off with his newly met uncle Raymond, as their personalities were very compatible.

Another night.

When Mavis came in, she saw Anthony sitting at the bedside reading a book.

"Not sleeping?" she asked in a soft voice.

Anthony put down his book and looked at her. "I want to take a shower, but I have difficulty with my leg."

She understood that it meant he wanted her to help with taking a bath.

"Your leg injury is not fully healed yet. Is it not a good idea to take a shower?"

"The injury is in the bone, and the surface of the skin is not affected. As long as there is no further damage caused by falling or hitting, there shouldn't be any major problems."

Mavis frowned. He was such a good actor. It sounded like he was really in need of going to the bathroom. "I'll help you inside and you can wash up on the toilet by yourself."

Taking a shower while sitting on a toilet was so weird.

He was full of resistance all over his body, "Can't you help me wash?"

"You have a leg injury, not a hand injury. Why can't you wash yourself?"

"My leg's injured. I have to lean on the wall and can't free my hands." Anthony said firmly, with a gradually meaningful look in his eyes as he looked at her. He smiled ambiguously and said, "We've been married for so long, why be shy?"

Where can he find a couple who were on the brink of divorce but still washed each other's backs in the shower?

And, in the five or six years they had known each other, they had only slept together twice.

The lights were turned off, and she didn't even know what Anthony's body looked like.

She felt uncomfortable, but Anthony was very understanding and said, "Don't worry, you can choose to keep your eyes closed."

Finally, he glanced at the sleeping Alistair next to him and whispered, "If you touch the wrong place because you can't see it, it's my fault." Mavis understood in a second, and her cheeks turned red quietly.

However, he was the one being touched, and he was the one being looked at, and she didn't suffer, so what was there to be afraid of? With this in mind, she agreed, "Okay, I'll help you to the bathroom."

Anthony slightly curved his lips and naturally reached out his hand, asking her to support him.

They went into the bathroom together.

Mavis could feel that his left leg was struggling, limping as he walked. She wasn't sure if it was really weak or if he was just acting well.

Mavis assisted Anthony to the wall by the bathroom and placed his hand on the shower switch. "You need to support yourself. I won't be responsible if you fall." "Um." Anthony nodded, quiet and obedient beyond belief.

Now was to take off his clothes.

This was a very simple thing, but Mavis's fingertips just touched his shirt button, and her heart inexplicably beat faster.

Although the two slept together, Mavis helped him undress for the first time...

The distance was very close, and his nose was almost touching her face. The scent of him surrounded her.

For a simple shirt, she fumbled and struggled for nearly two minutes to take it off, as if she couldn't find where the buttons were.

It was Anthony who finished it off quickly and threw it into the dry area of the bathroom.

Mavis kept her eyes closed, appearing calm on the surface but with an anxious heart that didn't know where to place her hands. Suddenly, Anthony grabbed her wrist and his deep voice got a little more eager. "Don't you want to see it?"

She shook her head.

She didn't want to see his flesh!

However, Anthony was very skilled and exercised regularly. He must have abs, chest muscles, and a V-shaped torso line, right?

His face was quite fair, and his skin on the body must be even fairer. Was he more beautiful than a woman?

It was false to say that she was not curious at all. The man in front of her, after all, was the man she had been craving for a few years. Even if she no longer wanted to have him, but if she looked at his abs, she had always been benefited.

While she was feeling mixed emotions, Anthony grabbed her hand and pressed it to his stomach.

Touching his warm skin, Mavis' fingertips moved stiffly like an electric shock.

With this movement, her fingertips rubbed against the uneven texture of the skin, as if it were a scar.

With doubts in her mind, she slowly opened her eyes.

The scene in front of her left her stunned in place, her pupils trembling slightly, and she took a long time to come back to her senses.

Anthony's body was not as flawless as she had imagined.

Instead, it was full of scars. Although the old scars had all scabbed over, they made the body that should have been beautiful become dilapidated.

She touched some of the scariest looking scars on his stomach, and it was easy to imagine how badly he had been hurt.

"How did this happen?"

Anthony lowered his gaze and said casually, "It seems like it was a severe whipping or perhaps being stabbed with a knife. It's been too long. I can't remember clearly."

Severe whipping.

She had never heard of this thing before, but it must be something very scary.

"And what about this one?"

She pointed to several thumb-sized old scars on his chest.

"The left side is burned by cigarette butts, and the right side is burned by burnt iron tools."

Anthony smiled indifferently, and continued, "The back is even uglier, with two bottles of sulfuric acid splashed on it. Do you want to see it?"

Mavis was shocked to hear him say it so casually, and her heart was even more shaken.

She had always known that Anthony was a prodigy, the one in charge of the Callahan family and thought he was a spoiled young master who had everything handed to him on a silver platter since childhood. However, she never expected him to have experienced such inhumane torture.

Her expression was all in Anthony's eyes. He lightly pursed his lips, unable to resist a slight curve, and with one hand he caressed her cheek, asking softly, "Heartache?"