A Crazy Night Novel

“Mom, how could you let a stranger into our house?” Christina grumbled under her breath before putting on her shoes.

“Nathaniel isn’t a stranger, Christina. Don’t be rude,” Sharon replied earnestly.

Since her mother was around, Christina had no choice but to hide her dislike of Nathaniel. As she walked to the dining table, the sight of a huge spread caused her to feel a pang of heartache. “Mom, didn’t I tell you not to cook so many dishes? You’ve just recovered, so you can’t overwork.”

“I’m feeling fine. Besides, Nathaniel rarely comes over, so of course, I should be a good host,” Sharon responded gently. She was on bed rest for six months, but when she could move freely on her own, Christina forbade her from exercising. As a result, she was itching to get active from being cooped up at home every day.

To her, it made sense to cook more dishes since she rarely had two people joining her for a meal.

Christina pouted. Truth be told, she loved her mother’s cooking, but she simply could not bear seeing Sharon overwork herself. That was why she only went back for meals a few days. a week instead of every single day.

When the three of them took their seats at the dining table, Christina naturally sat down next to her mother, but Sharon stopped her. “Why are you sitting next to me? Go and sit beside. Nathaniel.”

“It doesn’t matter who I sit with, Mom,” Christina said. I don’t want to sit next to him.

Sharon glanced at her. Sensing her mother’s displeasure, Christina could only stand up and sit next to Nathaniel obediently.

The sight of them sitting beside each other brought Sharon great satisfaction. With a nod, she said, “All right. Let’s dig in.”

As soon as those words fell from her lips, she reached out and placed a large drumstick on Nathaniel’s plate. “Have you lost weight recently, Nathaniel?”

Christina glared at the drumstick. That’s my favorite. How could Mom give it to him?

Nathaniel was not in a hurry to begin his meal. Instead, he patiently answered Sharon’s question. “I’d been busy with work recently and had to accompany Christina everywhere, so I had not been eating my meals on time.”

The second he finished his utterances, he felt someone pinching his thigh harshly. Puzzled,

with her lips pressed together. She was clearly

telling on me? He should think about what he

the beginning, she thought Christinal had only brought up divorce in a temper until the latter suddenly talked about bringing her to Hallsbay. That was when she realized Christina had quarreled

were some things that could not be said directly at the dining table, so Sharon simply exhorted her daughter, “It’s normal for married couples to argue every now and then. Talk things

merely bit her lip. While she would agree to anything Sharon brought up to her face, she was free to

Christina placed a piece of meat on her mother’s plate.

was not her biological daughter, she was brought up by her. Considering Christina’s gentle and strong personality, Sharon trusted her to do the right thing.

up, his tall figure casting a long shadow over the dining table.

said, “Go take a seat on the couch, Nathaniel.

from cooking. I’ll wash the dishes, so you can go rest for a bit,” Nathaniel replied as he took his suit jacket off and slung it over the back

watch off and rolled up his sleeves to his elbow.

to let the CEO of Hadley Corporation wash dishes for her. That simply did not sit right with her.

of the couch. “Mom, you said so yourself that he wasn’t a stranger. Since he’s family, it’s fine if he wants to wash a

kiddo…” Sharon could not argue with Christina, so she sat down on the

“Watch some television. I’ll cut

the dishes,” Sharon

the used tableware into the sink. Still, it was obviously his first time doing such chores based on how he had squeezed half of the bottle of dish soap onto

recklessly if you don’t know how. Move out of the way. Go and take fruits from the

headache from his haphazard actions. She put on some dishwashing gloves and started

fridge. There was quite a variety of fruits in it, so he put all of them into a basket and began washing grapes

looked almost like marble, and the grapes he was holding almost seemed like jewels against his skin.

looking at his hands out of the corner of her eye and focused on washing the dishes. Just as she was done arranging the clean plates and cutlery onto