Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 4 A Valid Reason to Meet Me Again

“Stop thinking about it, you little brat! I’m the one who gave birth to you, so I know what your dad looked like,” Nicole replied. Then, she warned under her breath, “Don’t call any random guy ‘Dad’ again from now on. Otherwise, I’m gonna leave you abroad and not bring you back.”

Hayden curled his lips. Despite his urge to retort, he didn’t make a sound for fear that his mother would really leave him abroad.

Nicole exited the airport with her son to hail a taxi. Since she would return to the country every year to visit her mother’s grave, she purchased an apartment in Goldwick. With a size of only 80 square feet, the apartment was anything but spacious, but it was big enough to accommodate her and her son.

She had just hailed a taxi and was about to shove her luggage into the trunk when she suddenly spotted a figure in the distance. That tall figure in black that gives off chilly vibes, isn’t he the narcissistic freak whom I’ve just met outside the airport washroom?

woman who looked strongly familiar to Nicole from behind. Well, to be able to pair off with such a freak, that woman probably isn’t of sound mind either, Nicole thought viciously to herself while withdrawing

was already getting toward evening when Nicole finished tidying up the house after returning home. Upon recollecting herself, she suddenly noticed that Hayden was strangely quiet today, and a bad feeling came to her. Heading over to the sofa, she saw Hayden

he was very full of himself. I-Isn’t he the freak at the airport?! “Hayden, where did you get this ID card?”

her words, Hayden closed the laptop with the ID card in his hand. Lifting his face up, he replied with a straight face, “I picked it up from

bit of a background. If we don’t return the wallet to him right now, once he finds out about it, he’ll definitely assume us to be thieves. There’ll be no way for us to

peace even for a single day, she thought. She picked up the wallet from the sofa and flipped through it. Inside it were a dozen 100-dollar notes and quite a number

only had a name and a phone number.

mumbled aloud. She couldn’t help feeling that she had heard of the name somewhere. No matter what, let’s return it first before anything else, or