Wrong Ride, Right Lover novel Chapter 166

”Maybe another time,” Monique said as she shook her head at her daughter. “Be good, Angel. We’ll do it tomorrow.”

“Mommy, are you going on a date?” Angel batted her eyelashes as she asked. Before the woman could answer, the young girl pouted and said, “Mommy, can you not go? I like this Daddy.”

Despite her young age, the girl was able to piece together the details from the bits and pieces of conversation she overheard. Uncle was telling Mommy to go on a date!

‘This Daddy?’ Monique was shocked by her daughter’s choice of words.

She had underestimated her daughter’s affection for Henry Moore.

No! Monique’s attempts to accept the man was greeted with stinging humiliation.

One day, he would chase the mother-daughter pair away. She doubted any relationship between them would last and she knew Henry Moore would always have the last say in things.

If Monique tried to leave now, Henry would definitely call the cops on her. She did not want to lose her daughter, so she stayed put.

Staying put meant accepting her eventual role as Henry’s lover. This option ran the risk of them being kicked to the curb once the man grew tired of her. Whatever objections she had then would be futile.

Monique Xander was caught between a rock and a hard place.

Truthfully speaking, she hated the idea of matchmaking. If Henry Moore found out about this, he would punish her severely.

She sighed heavily. A rock and a hard place. She would go on the date and find some excuse to leave early.

Monique pinched her daughter’s cheek and smiled. “I’m just meeting new people. I’m not looking for your new Daddy.”

“Really?”

Monique nodded.

“Can I call Daddy then?”

And, just like that, they had circled back to the initial topic.

Angel was not up for distractions.

The young girl nodded and said, “Okay, I won’t say anything.”

Monique let out a sigh of relief. She stared at the number on her phone screen. ‘What are you doing now?’

Her daughter tugged her hand. “Mommy, call him.”

The woman unwillingly pressed the call button.

The dial tone was ringing. Monique’s fist clenched, her nails digging into her palm. Her anxiety was making her breathless.

The thought of the man’s deep and attractive voice made her nervous. As the dial tone dragged on, her back tensed and her heart rate picked up.

A lady’s polite voice played. “The number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later.”

Monique’s body relaxed in response. She turned to her daughter and smiled. “I think Chairman Moore is busy now. Be a good girl and go to bed now, Angel. It’s late. Come on.”

It was the outcome Monique wanted, but why did she feel an emptiness in her heart.