His Affair, My Glue, Their Screams at 2 AM 6

Chapter 6 

In the camera feed. 

Mark carefully removed the bandage, revealing the raw, bloody wound underneath. 

He took out a tube of ointment from his pocket, and with trembling fingers, slowly applied it to the wound. 

The moment the ointment touched his skin, he gasped in pain. 

Yet he bit his lip hard to prevent making any sound. 

Watching this, I felt a wave of satisfaction. 

I hadn’t expected Super Glue to be so powerful. 

I began to wonder what Lisa’s condition might be like. 

Her wound area was larger, surely she must be suffering even more. 

After nearly half an hour, Mark finally emerged from the bathroom. 

He walked with constantly trembling legs. 

I looked up at him, my tone deliberately concerned. 

“Babe, are you really okay?” 

He‘ forced a smile, responding weakly: “Really fine.” 

I smiled. 

“That’s good, let’s eat. I’ve prepared a special feast for you two.” 

At the dinner table, Mark completely froze. 

He stared at the table full of spicy crawfish, garlic scallops, spicy crab, his voice trembling: 

“Honey… why so much seafood?” 

I smiled sweetly, pushing them both down into their seats. 

“You’ve both been taking care of me so well lately, I wanted to treat you. Here, have a big prawn. Don’t be 

shy.” 

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Lisa’s face turned ugly too. 

She kept her head down, fingers gripping her chopsticks tightly, unable to take a bite. 

Mark’s hands shook slightly as he peeled the shell, sweat beading on his forehead. 

I sat beside them, casually remarking: 

“There was explosive gossip in our community yesterday! Apparently a couple got too wild and ended up stuck together, had to be rushed to the ER.” 

“I heard they’re from our building, how embarrassing. Wonder if they managed to separate.” 

Mark’s hand jerked, dropping the prawn onto the table. 

I pretended not to notice, continuing: “Babe, do you know who it was?” 

Mark’s eyes darted around, his voice involuntarily stuttering. 

“I… how would I know?” 

“Hmm, why aren’t you two eating? Are you feeling unwell?” 

Perhaps from guilt, they could only force smiles and painfully swallow the food. 

Meanwhile, I enjoyed my postpartum diet, in an exceptionally good mood. 

Over the next few days. 

I varied the takeout I ordered for them: 

Cakes and bubble tea, fried chicken and burgers, seafood feasts, Sichuan and Hunan cuisine… 

Each meal made their faces turn green. 

Mark walked with his legs increasingly clenched. 

And Lisa even could no longer sit down normally. 

On the third night. 

Lisa finally couldn’t take it anymore. 

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