Chapter 4My Doormat Bestie Wants to be My Mom

"Coming!"

Chloe abandoned me, poured a glass of warm water, and brought it to Barry's lips.

Just one sip, and he sprayed the water onto Chloe's face.

"You want to scald me to death?!"

Warm water dripped down Chloe's chin.

"You drank too much alcohol, it's better to drink some warm water," Chloe said gently.

Barry snatched the glass from Chloe's hand and smashed it at her:

"I want ice water!"

The cheap glass hit Chloe's forehead, leaving a purple bruise.

Then it fell to the ground, shattering.

I suddenly remembered the bruises I saw on Chloe from time to time over the past year.

She explained that she accidentally bumped into things while delivering cakes to customers.

At that time, I scolded her for being stupid while applying medicine.

"Just bake cakes in the shop properly, hire someone for delivery, give yourself a break, okay?"

I deliberately pressed hard on her wound, hoping she would remember.

She grimaced in pain but didn't agree.

Just gave a fawning, cowardly smile.

Now it seems, it wasn't that she wouldn't let herself off the hook, it was Barry who wouldn't let her go!

"Chloe, are you an idiot? He hit you, can't you hit back?!"

Chloe was startled by my sudden roar.

"Harper, don't be angry, Barry is just drunk. He usually treats me well."

"Bullshit! I only believe what I see! And I see him treating you like a slave!"

I've known Chloe since we were kids; she loves cleanliness.

Even if she's been too busy to touch the ground these past few days, she would never let trash pile up like a mountain.

It must be that she was so busy she didn't come home, and the room was ruined by this fat pig Barry like a pigsty.

Now, he dares to order Chloe around like an emperor. I really can't stand it!

"Chloe, slap him right now!"

But Chloe hesitated, looking troubled: "Harper..."

And Barry, having waited for a long time, was very impatient:

"Chloe, water!"

"Coming!"

Chloe avoided my gaze.

Fled to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of cold Coke, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to Barry:

"Drink slowly, don't choke."

Ahhh!

This damn love-brain!

Look at Chloe's cowardly appearance. If she really gives birth to me with this fat pig, will I also be enslaved by him?

In the future, Chloe feeds him, and I wash his feet?

I can't accept this!

In a rage, I floated back to the Underworld.

Crying and begging the King of Hell:

Can't I really change people?