Take Control of Yourself, Please novel (Anna and Liam)

Chapter 817 Unwilling to Talk It Out

Ethan seemed to like cooking recently.

Every time Anna came back from work, she could see many kinds of delicious food on the table.

Of course, these dishes were cooked by Ethan himself.

Looking at this gentleman who wore an apron and was busy in the kitchen, Anna always had an unspeakable feeling.

"Ethan, you cook so many dishes every day that Gemma and I really can't eat up."

Anna didn't know when Ethan started to prepare a big dinner every day.

It seemed that Ethan began to do so when Gemma came back from Liam's home after participating in the competition, or when Anna suddenly received a call from Daniel before she wanted to talk to Ethan.

Ethan just smiled and said, "It's time for dinner! Go and wash your hands."

Then, Anna helped Gemma to wash her hands.

After the dinner was ready, Ethan untied the apron around his waist and put it aside. Watching the big dinner, Ethan felt a little bit sad.

Ethan didn't know how long he could live with Anna and Gemma, so he hoped to bring more happiness to them.

When Anna and Gemma walked into the dining room, they heard Ethan coughing.

Gemma handed some tissues to Ethan, "Daddy, do you catch a cold?"

"Are you okay?" Anna asked nervously.

"I'm fine. I just have a sore throat. Don't worry." Ethan didn't take it seriously. He pulled out the chair and helped Gemma sit on the dining chair to have dinner.

"Wow! Yummy, yummy! The dishes my daddy cooks taste more and more delicious. My daddy is the best. Daddy is a chef!" Gemma gave Ethan a thumbs-up while eating.

Ethan smiled and petted Gemma's head.

Anna also smiled happily.

The feeling of having dinner with family was good.

Anna liked this kind of feeling, because Ethan was her family.

After dinner, Gemma went back to her room with the gifts prepared by Liam and tried on the clothes happily.

Anna worried about Ethan, so she asked Lisa to make a bowl of ginger decoction and sent it to Ethan in person.

"This is a bowl of ginger decoction, and you'd better drink it up. It's good for your health." Anna put the bowl on the desk.

Ethan looked at the document intently and said without looking up to Anna, "Could you please turn on the humidifier for me?"

"Okay. But you still have to drink it up." Anna said softly and glanced at Ethan.

Ethan made the dinner by himself every night, so the work piled up and he had to finish it after dinner.

"Ethan... Actually, Lisa is a good cook." Anna whispered.

Ethan looked up slowly, "I want to make dinner for Gemma by myself, and she likes to eat the dishes that I cook."

"Yep." Anna was a little embarrassed.

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Maybe it was because they realized their real thoughts and foresaw the ending of their relationship, so they couldn't get on with each other just like before.

However, Anna really wanted to say sorry to the man a t this moment.

Does he try to persuade Gemma and me to stay by doing so?'

'Is it useful?' 'Am I cruel to him?'

‘Actually, I hurt him!' "Go to bed early, and it's good for your health." Anna whispered.

"There is some work that I have to finish." Ethan picked up the bowl and took a sip casually.

He didn't like the taste, so he couldn't help frowning slightly.

Anna looked at his handsome face quietly and pursed her lips helplessly.

"Go to bed early, for you are sick now."

"I am very happy that you care about me." Ethan put the document aside casually, looking at Anna gently.

He looked very gentle and handsome in the light.

Anna looked away quickly, "Of course, I care about you. We are family"

Ethan smiled, "Yes, we are family. But Anna..."

Anna tucked her hair behind her ear gently and listened to Ethan.

Anna waited for a long time, but Ethan didn't say anything.

Ethan suddenly reached out and petted Anna's long hair gently, "You look so beautiful."

Anna flipped inexplicably and could not help taking a step back, avoiding Ethan's touch.

Ethan stayed still, and it took a long time for him to put his hand down.

"I know we are over! I just hope you are happy." Ethan said.

Anna looked at Ethan quietly and said, "Ethan... I..."

"Shh, I see." Ethan said.

Anna lowered her eyes slowly, and her long eyelashes covered her bright eyes, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault!"

"Don't say sorry to me. It's not your fault!"

Anna felt even more ashamed, "No! I should say sorry."

Ethan just said, "It's too late. You'd better go to bed early. You've been working hard lately."

Then he walked out of the study.

Anna stood there for a long time.

She wanted to say something, but when she went out, she could only see Ethan's departing back.

Looking at Ethan's slender shadow on the marble floor, Anna realized that Ethan was quite lonely.

Anna bitted her lip and blamed herself even more.

'What did I do?'

'What can I do to minimize the hurt to him?'

Anna sighed, and she returned to her room. However, she couldn't fall asleep.

Staring at the dark ceiling, Anna thought of Liam's face.

It seemed that Anna went back to the days when she fell in love with Liam. She couldn't help thinking of Liam and always cared about why Liam didn't contact her.

Anna had this kind of feeling only when she was with Liam.

The man Anna loved was Liam.

Anna decided to be with Ethan, but she didn't love him. Then, they drifted apart gradually.

Moreover, when Anna was with Liam, she thought she was the happiest woman in the world. This kind of happiness was different from what Ethan brought to her.

She closed her eyes tightly, and her hands clenched into fists.

She tried her best to stop missing Liam and she told herself not to love Liam again.

'Don't be touched by Liam and don't forget how Liam hurt yourself.'

But she and Ethan...

How long could the fragile relationship be maintained?

She couldn't figure it out.

Ethan was waiting for Anna to say something about divorce, but Anna was also waiting for him to say it.

As a result, both Anna and Ethan were unwilling to talk it out, and they had to be with each other like this.