Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call
Chapter 153

Chapter 153 Not a Problem

Christian stood there, clutching his stomach, his complexion pale. His tall and imposing figure appeared somewhat fragile, as if he was struggling to endure his discomfort. Anastasia frowned, a bit skeptical of his words.

However, looking at his state, it did seem quite terrible. He reeked of alcohol, his face was pallid, his eyes as dark as ink, and he looked somewhat pitiable.

He had made his way to the sofa and sat down obediently instead of wandering around or snooping.

He just looked up at her slightly, as pitiful as a homeless puppy.

Anastasia remembered how he had rescued her from Walter.

Therefore, it didn't seem quite right to just drive him away like this.

Since they were divorced, they should treat each other normally and casually, without the need for pretense.

They had a small social circle, so they would inevitably encounter each other again in the future.

And when that happened, she had to learn to face it.

She took a deep breath and took out some soup from a thermos.

The soup sent by Derek was the signature dish of a private chef. It was rich and delicious.

Christian was instantly attracted. Perhaps because he was truly feeling unwell, he quickly finished all the soup.

Then he clutched his stomach and remained seated.

Being able to have a meal with her was really difficult.

Thus, he only wanted to make his stay longer.

"Thank you, it's really delicious. I'm sorry, I didn't save any for you. Have you eaten?"

Anastasia, still hungry, pursed her lips helplessly.

"Yeah..."

She regretted her kindness!

Now, she only hoped that this scumbag would get out of there as soon as possible.

Christian paused, stood up, and headed for the kitchen.

"If you're hungry, I'll cook for you!"

Cooking a meal would take quite some time.

Then, he could stay a little longer.

Anastasia pursed her lips, her tone icy and indifferent.

"There's no need. I'm not hungry. You should go."

Christian paused for a second. And suddenly he stumbled, then fell on the sofa and moved no more.

Anastasia hesitated for a moment, then walked over.

"You're not planning to fake passing out, are you? That wouldn't be very amusing."

Christian's face was ashen. He covered the area around his stomach as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

Maybe he wasn't faking it?

Anastasia hesitated for a moment, then picked up her phone.

"It's me. You have one minute to come downstairs and take him away."

Tobias, who was lying on his bed, sprang up immediately.

He looked at his phone. Was this really Anastasia's voice?

Take him away?

But who was the one he was supposed to take away?

Tobias went downstairs puzzled.

Seeing the door open and Anastasia waiting impatiently at the entrance, he was bewildered.

"Anastasia, do you live here?"

Tobias had no idea about her living here.

Anastasia responded calmly, then opened the door.

"Take Christian away."

This house was under Derek's name. On the first day she moved in, Derek had already gathered information about the neighbors.

So she had known about Tobias living here.

And now, Tobias was even more shocked.

Didn't Christian leave?

However, he quickly reacted, knowing that he couldn't ruin Christian's opportunity to stay with Anastasia.

He shook his head repeatedly. "No, no, I can't carry him. Let him stay here for the night!"

Anastasia chuckled softly and said directly,

"Mr. Olsen, a few days ago, I bumped into your mother. She was still wondering where you're living now. Should I tell her...?" Tobias's expression froze.

This was already his fourth place, and his mother's concern had reached a point where she disregarded his need for privacy. He took a deep breath and walked inside with an awkward smile.

"I can carry him. Not a problem."