Chapter 239 A Dog Has No Use for Moralities

There was a stormy look in Lucian's eyes as he stared at the pair.

"Keep your filthy paws to yourself."

Hector retracted his hand from Calista's forehead and turned it over several times.

"You mean this?"

He raised a brow at Lucian and stuck his hand back to her forehead in a provocative manner again. He also stroked her head.

Calista didn't think a man soon to turn thirty would still be this childish. Before she could stop him, he had stroked her hair so vigorously that it resembled a nest.

"Do you know what a proper ex-husband should be doing? He should act dead. You, on the other hand, keep returning like a corpse that refuses to die while dragging others down with you."

Just as Lucian was about to lift his covers and get out of bed, the nurse returned with a tray and handed him a thermometer.

"Take your temperature."

Then, she turned to Paul, who was still seated on the stool, and said softly, "I'm sorry, sir. It's getting late. This hospital has a rule that states that fa