My Son's Mom Will Be My Wife

My Son Mother Will Be My Wife Chapter 18–Nicholas’ dark pupils contracted as countless scenes flashed through his mind. That night six years ago, when the woman was writhing under him, he could make out in the dark a mark on his shoulder. It was a butterfly-shaped brand with its wings spread.

As Nicholas watched the butterfly mark slip in and out of sight under Tessa’s hair, he stepped forward. Feeling movement behind her, Tessa turned to look. Suddenly, Nicholas grabbed her and forced her into the sink.

Tessa was terrified and began to fight.

–Nicholas! What are you doing?!

–Don’t move! “The man’s big body pressed tightly against hers. Without mercy, she grabbed his struggling arms and pinned them behind her.

As Nicholas looked at the bare skin under the woman’s hair, his breathing accelerated. Extending his hands, he pushed away his long hair…

The butterfly mark was well-defined on the skin near the scapula, very similar to the one he saw six years ago. However, it was dark that night, so he couldn’t distinguish the color of the butterfly mark on the woman’s body.

But he remembered a scar near the skin bearing the mark of the butterfly, and felt it a little rougher to the touch… With that in mind, Nicholas reached out to Tessa’s tattoo.

–Ah! – Tessa panicked when registering the unknown sensation.

–N–Nicholas! Let me!

Ignoring Tessa’s struggles, Nicholas carefully touched the spot near her tattoo. However, he only felt a smooth skin, very different from the sensation of that night.

Nicholas turned his gaze to the butterfly brand. He refused to give up as his finger inspected Tessa’s skin further.

The point was close to the scapula on her back, and Tessa immediately felt a wave of numbness, as if an electric current had passed through her.

mind: “Nicholas looks like a gentleman, how can he

to

so he could only

voice was as familiar to him as it was six years ago. It was a fearful murmur similar to that of a

face to face. I bring her closer to him, so much so that they could feel

don’t I hate this

with women, as he was not interested in them

dislike was that same woman six years

 was similarto that ofthat woman, an aura that

 stopped breathing. I could feel the palm of

 going downlittle

 he crossed

on his actions. He could still remember that the six-year-old woman had a scar on her lower

same scar, he could be sure that

as his fingers were about to reach her, the towel

air seemed

 a laughingwhile

“Nicholas, let me go…

rude he was behaving, so he subconsciously moved to let go. However, he remembered that Tessa was

some friction between the two. The next moment, he could feel a

happened in years! Except for

senses

make the next