Wrong Ride, Right Lover novel Chapter 372

Monique tasted the coppery tang of blood on her tongue. She unclenched her jaw and saw her handiwork. Blood oozed out from the wound as she let out a cry. “I really thought you wanted to send me off.”

Something flashed in Henry’s eye when he realized she was afraid of being sent away.

The fact that Monique wanted to stay by his side made him happy. He softened his tone as he said, “Fortunately, you had the sense to come back to me, else you would’ve given me no choice but to send you away.”

As tears streamed down her face, she stuttered, “You weren’t worried I would leave with him?”

Henry carried her out of the bathtub and gave her a sly grin. “And leave Angel to me?”

His words were half joking and half serious.

“In your dreams.” Monique’s expression shifted immediately, the crying woman was gone. “Angel is just a child. Don’t you dare drag her into this. If you hurt a hair on her head, I’ll kill you!”

The threat was delivered in all seriousness.

Henry’s lips twitched. What was the woman thinking?

Angel was his biological daughter. He would never harm her.

With an amused grin, he asked, “What are you thinking? Angel is also my daughter, you know?”

The woman still did not believe him.

He figured he might as well say it aloud.

How did his daughter end up with such a dumb mother?

It warmed Monique’s heart to know Henry treated Angel as his own.

Water dripped from Monique’s soaked clothes. She browsed the closet and found a variety of clothes in her size.

She picked out a set of comfortable athletic wear and got some towels to dry her hair.

The three slices of cake from the party were fully digested and her stomach grumbled. She remembered the fridge was stocked and went to the kitchen to check if she could whip up a simple meal.

Instant noodles were the best bet at this hour.

During the dinner party, Henry was drinking a lot but she hardly saw him eat.

Monique cooked for two people. She got out some meatballs, vegetables, and eggs to go with the instant noodles.

This was her second time making food in the Moore manor. She happened to enjoy the process of preparing her own food—it was relaxing.