After Divorce I Became A Queen (Aurora and Sion)
Chapter 136 Please Stop, Aurora

Chapter 136 Please Stop, Aurora

In the room, Aurora started to get annoyed downstairs. She lay on her bed in a sulk.

She was particularly irritated.

She really did not understand why Sion acted like that. Did he intend to prevent her from leaving?

But why?

The person he loved was Nevaeh Burns, who was pregnant. Why did she choose to do such a thing? It didn't make any sense!

There were gentle knocks on the door. Mrs. Wheeler directly opened the door, "Aurora, Can I come in?"

Aurora quickly covered her face and took deep breaths. "Come in, Mrs. Wheeler."

"Oh, do you smell that?"

Mrs. Wheeler came in and put the chicken soup on the table not far from the bed, "This chicken soup was special. Hurry up, drink the soup while it is hot." She didn't know if she could understand the meaning.

Obviously, Aurora didn't get across it.

She just looked at the soup and said: "Mrs. Wheeler, I have no appetite now. Please take it away. I would like to take a swig of it when I want to have soup." Aurora didn't lie. She really wasn't in the mood.

Rather than having chicken soup, she wanted to know when Sion would go out.

"No?"

"

Mrs. Wheeler obviously did not expect her to say so. She insisted, "Look at this soup. Oil has been filtered. It's not greasy. Try to swallow some of this soup."

It's from the Mr. Carroll!

"I don't want to eat it." Aurora shook her head firmly. "Take it down first."

Mrs. Wheeler saw her sullen face and did not try to talk her into it anymore. "That's all right."

She took the untasted soup to downstairs. However, she was stopped by Sion at the staircase. He seemed to wait for her purposefully.

"Not a sip?"

"Yes." Mrs. Wheeler answered, "Aurora said that she had no appetite and would go downstairs when she wanted to have the soup."

"Give it to me." Sion reached out to take the tray in her hands and went upstairs.

At the sound of the doors opening, Aurora thought Mrs. Wheeler had returned. She said without even looking, "Mrs. Wheeler, I really don't want to drink the soup. You don't have to persuade me anymore. Can call you later if I want to drink?"

"Why not?"

The Man's voice was flat and unemotional.

"There is no reason. I just don't want to have the soup."

She was now angry at the sight of the man, and spoke unconsciously with rage. Nevertheless, it did not lessen her displeasure.

Sion glanced at her and put the chicken soup on the table. After that, he strode to the bed, "You are anemic. This black-boned chicken soup is good for strengthening your blood."

Without waiting for her to speak, he lifted the quilt.

"What Do You Care?"

Seeing that he wanted to hold her, Aurora sat up and stood in front of him barefoot. "I said I don't like it. Don't you understand?"

"You didn't even eat breakfast. If you don't have lunch, do you want to go to the hospital again?"

The man's voice had grown a little cold and was barely restrained.

With that, he pulled Aurora to the table and handed her the tepid chicken soup. "Have a taste."

"No!" Aurora didn't even look at it and turned around. "I have to go."

But Sion's action was even faster. He put down the bowl in his hand to hold her back and said, "You didn't eat all morning. Are you sure you're not hungry?"

She was anemic originally. She might faint if she went out without having breakfast.

"None of your business!"

Aurora was a little impatient and wanted to get rid of him.

"Can you stop it?" Sion raised his voice, directly pushed her to the sofa to sit down, and picked up the soup on the table. He directly blocked her.

His dark eyes were glittering, "You can not go now. First drink this bowl of soup."

He made the soup himself. Was she really... ? ... without even a glance?

Aurora's eyes twitched, and she seemed mocking and angry. "Why? Is President Carroll trying to illegally detain me? Who do you think you are? Why should I listen to you!"

All this was over a bowl of soup!

He wanted to pick a fight with her and put her on the spot. And what's the point of trying to keep her here?

Sion did not speak. They were staring at each other in silence, frozen. After a while, he picked up the spoon in the bowl and scooped up a spoonful of soup. "You should know more about your own body than I do. Since you're anemic, you can't go hungry. Drink a little first."

"I said I don't--"

Aurora waved her hand away. Uncontrollably swaying, the soup dish and utensils finally overflowed all over the table, including on the carpet.

She pursed her lips as she regarded the disarray on the table.

Finally, Sion's visage grew darker, but he didn't wipe the broth off his arm. His voice was sharp and cold. "I think you really like me to feed you personally." His emphasis on the word "personally" showed his intention.

Aurora abruptly realized that she had previously gone through a similar situation. It was almost the same.

The man said to feed her himself, with his mouth!

She subconsciously took two steps back, "No... No!"

"No?" Sion sneered, "I think you should like it very much."