Wrong Ride, Right Lover novel Chapter 42

The adorable and cute little Angel was playing by the wide French window. She raised her small hand and counted the vehicles that were passing by downstairs.

Monique felt bored sitting on the couch. When she thought of what he said just before, she could not help but peeked at Henry.

This man looked serious while he worked and was ridiculously handsome. He sat there like a nobleman in the Middle Ages. His tall and straight back was synonymous with aristocracy. His straight sword-like eyebrow, his straight nose, and the outline as handsome as a sculpture. He habitually pursed his thin sexy lips with structured lines, looking elegant, peaceful and gorgeous.

The good smell of male hormones that belonged to this man floated in the air.

Was there something wrong with this person’s brain? Did he just say he could afford to raise them. No one needed this...

However, she felt slightly warm deep down as she heard this.

Her body was covered in goosebumps.

Facepalm! ‘Monique, are you a masochist? Had you become silly by his abuse? He had just forcefully kissed you in the morning!’

Monique quickly patted her cheek with her hand. Her face was uncontrollably heated…

Angel was very happy today. She usually watched from her balcony people going out and holding their hands with their mother and father. Today, her father took her and her mommy to the supermarket and went for a meal, just like a family. How happy it was.

As she saw Monique staring blankly at Henry, she being a little third wheel should head to sleep!

It was not easy to finally have a father. She would let her father and mother spend their alone time and cultivate their relationship.

Henry’s hand gently drew through the bridge of her straight pink nose, a magnetic and pleasant voice sounded, “Close your eyes and go to sleep.”

Looking at Henry’s movements, Monique had to admit that he treated Angel really well. His movement was so gentle, like a fear of breaking something held in his hand or melting something in his mouth.

Monique was full of doubts, ‘Why? Why would he be so good to Angel?’

She could not understand, yet she felt something was wrong.

Angel fell asleep after a while. Henry strode out cautiously with his long legs because Monique said in the car this morning that Angel was a light sleeper so he was afraid of disturbing her.

As he walked to the door, he stretched out his big hand and dragged Monique out, who was standing by the door.