Chapter 179 You Want

• to Murder Your Husband? Hearing this, Huston was stunned. An unnatural expression flashed across his face, and he quickly looked away. “Forget it. I won’t drink it anymore.” “Don’t be like this,” Evelyn smiled as she scooped up a spoonful of soup, gently blowing on it, and offered it to his lips. She deliberately used a tone of voice one would use to coax a child, saying, “Here, open your mouth.” Huston’s face instantly darkened. He knew Evelyn was teasing him on purpose, and his eyes were about to fly out of their sockets. “Tsk, tsk. Are you playing with me?” Evelyn nodded openly and said, “I was just playing with you.
• What can you do to me?” Huston still had needles in his hand, so he couldn’t do anything to her. Huston experienced a sense of helplessness from being bullied by a pet that he had raised. He bitterly wished to take immediate action and said, “Once I’m better, you will pay for it.” shoved the spoon into his mouth roughly. Just as Huston was about to speak, the soup choked on his breath and caused him to cough violently. Evelyn didn’t expect him to choke, so she panicked. She hurriedly put down the spoon and bowl and wiped his mouth. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Are you all right?” Huston looked over angrily, and his handsome face was still flushed after coughing. “You want to murder your husband?” Evelyn smiled, and her face turned slightly red.
• “I didn’t expect you to talk so much. Besides, who said you are my husband…” “If I’m not, then who is?” In a bad mood, Huston threw his head back and lay down. “Bring it away. I’m not drinking anymore.” Seeing that he didn’t want to drink, Evelyn could only coax him, “Just have a little sip. The soup from that restaurant is famous. I waited in line for nearly an hour to get it.” No matter how good it was, someone else made it. Huston. didn’t even raise his eyes. “I don’t want to drink it!” Evelyn was infuriated by his attitude, thinking to herself that if he weren’t sick, she would never indulge him like this! However, her tone remained gentle, “If you don’t drink, I won’t come to deliver food to you anymore. Since you don’t care anyway, it will end up in the trash bin…” Not coming? She was threatening him. There was a hint of a smile in Huston’s eyes, but he quickly suppressed it and said in a light tone, “It’s good that you don’t want to come.