My Quick-witted Baby (Arabella and Kenneth)

Chapter 392

Kenneth was completely sober now, his gaze cold as he looked at the disheveled Stephany in front of

him. He had truly been drunk earlier, mistaking her for Arabella.

But when he buried his face in Stephany's long hair, he didn't catch the sweet fragrance that intoxicated

his heart. Instead, he smelled an artificial perfume scent, and he instantly sobered up.

She wasn't his Bella!

Just the thought of pulling Stephany into his embrace and holding her made Kenneth feel extremely

uncomfortable. He wished he could scrub himself inside and out to wash away the lingering sensation.

"Get out! I don't want to see you again!" Kenneth said before quickly entering the shower.

...

Inside the shower, Kenneth took off his black shirt. It had already been tainted with the unpleasant

scent of Stephany's artificial perfume, and there was even a strand of her hair clinging to it.

Kenneth threw the black shirt directly into the trash bin and turned on the showerhead, letting the cold

water cascade down from above.

He used shower gel to scrub himself vigorously several times, but no matter how hard he scrubbed, he

felt like he couldn't get clean.

Echoing in his ears was Arabella's soft and gentle voice, "Mr. Lucero, I won't tolerate even a hint of

another woman's scent on you. If I ever catch a whiff of it, I'll break up with you!"

Kenneth furrowed his handsome brows and rinsed himself off a few more times. His actions were no

longer calm and composed; they showed impatience and unease. He was afraid that Arabella might

sense something and dump him.

Suddenly, Kenneth froze in his movements.

What was he doing

Hadn't he decided to get a divorce? Hadn't he decided to forcefully push her away? Yet here he was,

desperately trying to wash himself clean like a guilty child.

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Kenneth closed his eyes in the cold shower. His mind was filled with Arabella's pale yet stunning face

and the image of her falling to the ground. How was she doing now? Was she feeling any discomfort?

Did she get up and go to sleep?

She must hate him now. Maybe she wasn't in love with him anymore and would soon leave him.

She would sign the divorce papers, wouldn't she?

His thin lips curved; he felt as if a knife had deeply pierced his heart and was relentlessly stirring it until

everything inside him became a blurry mess.

The girl he loved so much, the apple of his eye, the girl who was willing to sacrifice even her own life to

save him - now he had to push her away with his own hands.

He would love to heal himself, but not at the cost of her life.

Staying with him would only make her suffer more and become more exhausted. Without him, her

brilliant life would start anew. She would meet someone better than him and lead a happy life.

As for him, he would never encounter a girl like her again. He was well aware of how much worse his

health and condition would become without her. She was his only medicine.

But it didn't matter. He would descend into hell alone. He had come from hell in the first place. He had

been wrong from the beginning; he never should have greedily sought the sunlight she brought.