Wrong Ride, Right Lover novel Chapter 917

"Invite him to dinner?"

He didn't want it.

What if he let her warm the bed like last time?

What should she do?

"Promise him like last time?"

Or still refused to accept.

No matter what choice she made, it was not what she wanted.

She felt that it was good to be like this. She didn't want to make her relationship with him very stiff.

After all, he was Little Nomi's father.

Even if they could not live together.

But she also hoped that they could get along peacefully.

She wanted Little Nomi to enjoy her mommy's love, as well as her daddy's love.

"There's no need to thank me." The corners of Henry's mouth curled up.

A low voice came out of his throat, magnetic and attractive.

Monique's heart missed a beat.

Just like that?

Monique looked up in surprise. When she saw the thin smile on his handsome face, her heart beat faster.

It was not as she had imagined.

“Monique, are you disappointed?”

She raised her head and her delicate facial features could be seen clearly. Her clear almond-shaped eyes were like pure and clean gems.

There was a flash of surprise in her eyes.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Henry saw her surprised expression and asked.

He shouldn't have said anything just now.

Monique pursed her lips and shook her head. "No, nothing."

Then she reached out to pick up the gauze next to her and fixed it with one hand and wrapped it with the other.

"How are you going to thank me!" Henry curled his lips. His cold and magnetic voice carried with it the innate aura of a king.

DIY was to save more money.

Of course.

Recently, she had been busy practicing dance.

How about the Mid-Autumn Festival night?

The Mid-Autumn Festival gala was almost over at 10 o'clock, and it was about 10 o'clock when they got home.

He could ask Mrs. Lee to cook some soup for him.

The rest of the dishes would be done in half an hour after she came back to cook.

Then she would have a meal with him, Little Nomi, and Mrs. Lee.

It was a reunion dinner for Little Nomi at the Mid-Autumn Festival.

She had been thinking about how to tell Henry.

She didn't even need to find an excuse.

"I've been very busy practicing dancing these days. Can I do it on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival?" Monique's heart ached slightly, but she smiled.