Chapter 8 I Can't Take It Anymore_1

Claudia Ross was being pressed so hard that she had trouble breathing and started crying out.

Her body was fragrant and soft, and as Wyatt Perry pressed against her, he found it very difficult to keep his composure; his body quickly reacted.

"Shut up!"

The more Claudia Ross shouted, the hotter Wyatt Perry felt, as if he were about to explode.

He was bracing himself on the edge of the bed, about to stand up, when suddenly the door slammed against the wall with a loud noise.

"Bang!"

Wyatt's mother staggered into the room.

Both people intertwined on the bed turned their heads in unison toward her.

Caught eavesdropping at the corner of the wall, Wyatt's mother felt so embarrassed she wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

It wasn't her fault, though. She'd been listening so intently that with just a bit of pressure, the door flew open, nearly causing her to fall over.

Wyatt's mother, after all, was someone who had seen her fair share of tough times and quickly regained her composure, straightening her hair.

"Carry on, pretend I'm not here, continue..."

"I'm leaving."

Wyatt Perry leaped up and followed his mother out.

Wyatt's mother quickly turned back and winked at Claudia Ross, signaling her to keep Wyatt here.

Claudia Ross spread her hands and shook her head. What use was it to keep him if she couldn't keep his heart? Better to let him go.

Wyatt's mother, frustrated that her son was not living up to expectations, stamped her foot. Now it was up to her.

Ah, the older, the wiser.

Wyatt's mother took hold of Wyatt and said with a giggly smile, "Wyatt, you rarely come home. I stewed chicken soup just for you, have some before you leave."

"Some other day!" Wyatt Perry wasn't in the mood for soup with his temper still flaring.

"No, it has to be today. I made it especially for you."

"I don't want any today."

Seeing Wyatt about to step out the door, his mother's face changed drastically, and she started to cry in desperation, "I knew it, with Katie Poole, even your own mother you could forsake. As a child, you loved the chicken soup I cooked the most."

"Back then we were poor, and I could only have chicken soup during the New Year. You said once you grew up, you would have me drink chicken soup every day. Now you have money, but you won't even come back home. What's the point of drinking chicken soup every day? I might as well drink arsenic."

The more she talked, the more heartbroken she became, and truly began to cry.

Wyatt Perry pursed his lips, feeling very uncomfortable.

He placed his hand on his mother's shoulder and said softly, "Mom, where's the chicken soup? Bring it here, I want to drink it now."

"You naughty thing."

Wyatt's mother wiped her tears and gently slapped Wyatt, then turned to fetch the chicken soup from the kitchen.

Claudia Ross, now fully dressed, came downstairs and was somewhat surprised to see Wyatt Perry sitting by the dining table drinking chicken soup.

She thought he had already left.

"Claudia, you haven't eaten much tonight, you must be hungry too. I'll get you some chicken soup," Wyatt's mother, who had not been this happy for a long time, said with laughter wrinkling her fair face.

"Mom, I'll do it myself!"

Claudia Ross followed Wyatt's mother into the kitchen, and while serving the chicken soup, she asked in a low voice, "Mom, is Wyatt leaving tonight?"

Wyatt's mother replied smugly, "Him? He can't leave even if he wants to now."

"Why?"

"I drugged the chicken soup."

It was the same kind she had given to Claudia Ross before, colorless and tasteless, but very effective.

"What?"

Feeling her legs go weak out of the blue, Claudia Ross asked anxiously, "The drug won't harm the body, right?"

"No harm done, no harm done, don't worry. I've fed it to Guagua before, and it's in good shape; it even got its girlfriend pregnant," Wyatt's mother answered cheerfully.