Charming Mommy of adorable triplets

Chapter 588

‘So, was I really a jerk?’

Seeing that Nicholas was staring at Nolan, Maisie uttered slowly, “Dad, about Nolan, he’s-”

Nicholas raised his hand to interrupt her, looked at her, and said, “I am aware of his condition. Don’t worry, I don’t blame you. All these are part of his fate. It’s no big deal as long as he’s still breathing.”

Nolan was rendered speechless.

“Am I his biological son, or did he pick me up from some random dumpsite?’ 1

When Maisie arrived at the entrance of their room, a silhouette appeared behind her all of a sudden, propped his arm against the wall,

and wrapped her in his arms. “Let’s talk.”

Maisie was stunned for a short moment and then gave off a bright smile. “What do you want to talk about, Mr. Goldmann?”

Nolan asked cautiously, “Did I wrong you before this? Did I cheat on you, or…” The white light on the corridor shone on his attractive face, softening the features of his forehead and the bridge of his nose. He looked much gentler, but his eyes were still keen and profound like a ray of light that was beaming from the depth of an ocean.

arm and rubbed his wrinkled glabella. “Didn’t I tell you

but get closer and closer to her. Maisie’s lips were only inches away from his face. However, the warmth that he was about to feel on his lips dissipated when he found his lips pressing against her fingertips in a position that was about an inch away from her

turned around and pressed him against the wall

him half-jokingly and gave off a cunning smile as if she

go of him. “For safety’s sake, we’ll

caught her wrist from behind, and his faint voice sounded. “Why should we sleep

her back and placed his

of her in pain, squat

over and pinched his jaw, looking amused. “Who

pursed his lips and

laughed. “Nolan, are you planning to take advantage of me even after losing your

stood up, and approached her with squinted eyes. “I’m still your husband even

.

complicated at the moment. Although Nolan had the appearance of an adult, he only had the cognition of a 17-year-old teenager.

bed with a few pillows, and separated the bed

Maisie was dumbfounded.