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,

at him with her lips pressed together. She was clearly warning him to keep

He should think about what he did

to furrow her brows. In 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

Sharon simply exhorted her daughter, “It’s normal for married couples to argue every now

her mother would take Nathaniel’s side, Christina did not argue and merely bit her lip. While she would agree to anything Sharon brought up to her face, she was free

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

though Christina was not her biological daughter, she was brought up by her. Considering Christina’s gentle and

the meal, Nathaniel stood up, his tall figure casting a long shadow over the

the couch, Nathaniel. I’ll cut up some fruits

no need for that, Ms. Zapler. You must be tired from cooking. I’ll wash the dishes, so you can go rest for a bit,” Nathaniel replied as he

watch off and rolled up his sleeves to

hurriedly said. She was not about to let the CEO of Hadley Corporation wash dishes for her. That simply did not

in the direction. of the couch. “Mom, you said so yourself that he wasn’t a stranger.

not argue with Christina, so

on television. “Watch some television. I’ll cut up some fruit for you

Nathaniel with the dishes,” Sharon said with a chuckle.

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 the

soap? Darn, don’t do it recklessly if you don’t know how. Move out of the way.

had a headache from his haphazard actions. She put on some dishwashing gloves

and walked to the fridge. There was quite a variety of fruits in it, so he put all

fingers were long and pretty. They looked almost like marble, and the grapes he

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 the drying