Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

Vernon's eyes widened instantly when he saw long scabs covering her cheek. The wounds seemed to be a wound inflicted by a sharp nail and stretched from the edge of her lips to her earlobe.

"WHAT THE—!?" Vernon yelled out loud as he saw the scabs on Chloe's beautiful face. His blood rose up instantly, and he slammed the door open.

BAM!

Chloe had just finished putting the plate on the table when she heard the loud sound of the slammed door. Her eyes darted towards Vernon's room across the kitchen, and she froze instantly.

Vernon was too angry to notice the stunned expression that Chloe had made. He rushed to the dining table until he stood right across Chloe, with only the dining table separating them.

Vernon's gaze lingered on the scabs on Chloe's cheek, and he asked in a voice full of repressed rage;

"Who made that wound?"

…

Chloe didn't answer, but for some reason, she looked down, and her eyes looked at something else instead.

Vernon thought Chloe was just being her meek self as always. He was too angry to be soft right now. The more he stared at the dried wounds on her beautiful face, the more he felt irritation that couldn't be quenched.

Vernon slammed the table, and Chloe jolted again. But her eyes kept looking at something down there as if she was hypnotized by something.

"Look at me, Chloe! Tell me who hurt you!" Vernon yelled.

But Chloe kept her silence until Vernon couldn't handle it anymore. He wanted to walk around the dining table and reach Chloe, but Chloe retreated quickly;

"V—Vernon, don't get closer—" Chloe warned as she took another step back.

Vernon halted his step immediately. He took a deep breath and studied Chloe's face to see whether there was fear in her eyes.

Which was... Slim to none.

Surprisingly, Chloe only had a tint of fear in her eyes, but there was another emotion that Vernon could read from her eyes and reddened cheeks.

And it was… embarrassment?

'Why is she embarrassed?' Vernon frowned. The anger surged from the depth of his heart. It was still taking control of his body, but the embarrassment now confused him.

'Why did she blush?' Vernon asked himself.

"V—Vernon, go wash first and get dressed…." Chloe said. She pointed at Vernon's lower half. "Um… that…"

Vernon looked down immediately, and his anger vanished in an instant. Because he forgot that he didn't wear a thing— not even a boxer.

What made it worse was the dried cum covering his erect cock. Because he fell asleep right after cumming, he didn't even think about cleaning up.

Vernon knew he looked more like a gross teenage boy who had just hit puberty. He gulped and raised his head. He looked at Chloe and tried to explain, "W—Wait, let me explain this— I—I mean, let me get dressed first! You wait here and don't run! We're not done yet with this!"

"Ah— uhm… it's fine. Young men can be very… uh… messy, I guess…." Chloe said.

Vernon gritted his teeth and rushed back to his bedroom to at least wear a boxer.

Vernon slammed the door again as he wore his boxer in a hurry, but when he turned his head towards the dining table, Chloe was nowhere to be found.

She was probably already going downstairs to hide from him and to hide the wound on her cheek.

"DAMN IT!" Vernon yelled out loud and punched the wall on his right to vent his frustration a bit.

He walked to the dining table and then to the kitchen. He stared at the stair downstairs and considered for at least a few minutes. He was contemplating whether he should go down and pull Chloe out of her safe space to question her about the wound or let her be.

Of course, logically, he should be patient and let Chloe open up.

But he also had the pride of a man.

"I'm not a man if I let my woman to get hurt, so— argh, fuck it!" Vernon said spontaneously without thinking at all.

He rushed downstairs and looked around the apartment to see no one.

He went to the dining area and accidentally stumbled upon his feisty little niece eating her breakfast.

Mackie turned her head towards her big bad wolf Uncle, who stood wearing nothing but a boxer.

Mackie smiled wide until her teeth showed and greeted, "Morning, Uncle!"

"A—Ah, m—morning…." Vernon was a bit embarrassed to only be wearing a boxer in front of his niece. He was promiscuous and wild, but even a wild man like him knew a bit of decency, especially in front of kids.

He hid behind a tall ceramic vase and asked, "Where's your Mom?"

"Mommy is taking a bath right now. Uncle, why are you hiding there? Come and eat with me!" Mackie hopped off the chair and approached her Uncle innocently.

She stood beside Uncle Vernon and grabbed his wrist with her two small hands. She tried to pull him, but her Uncle didn't budge at all.

"I—I will eat breakfast upstairs. You go eat yours here," Vernon said, feeling ashamed for being almost naked in front of Mackie.

Mackie pouted, she tried to pull her Uncle again, but she soon noticed a weird smell on her Uncle.

Sniff. Sniff.

"EW! Uncle, go take a bath! You smell like fish! Uncle is a smelly wolf!" Mackie quickly released her Uncle's wrist and distanced herself.

She made an exaggerated gesture by pinching her nose, "Smelly uncle, go away!"

"You—"

Vernon was slightly annoyed by his niece, who dared to mock him. But he was too ashamed to say anything. So he just turned around and returned upstairs because he couldn't handle the shame.

Vernon returned to his penthouse and sat on a dining chair. He stared at the breakfast on the dining table, and the image of Chloe putting the food on the table with stripes of scabs on her cheek flashed in his mind.