Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 9 Mom, Are You Gonna Hook up a New Dad for Me

Having set the time and place for the appointment, Nicole briskly ended the phone call.

On the other end of the line, Joseph was holding his cell phone with his eyes full of disbelief. He had only called Lisa to give it a try, thinking that even if there was only a remote chance that she would agree to meet him, he had to strive for it. But who would have thought that Lisa would agree to meet him right away? He curled his lips with delight written all over his face. If I manage to get this done, my dad will probably think better of me…

Meanwhile, Nicole was coaxing Hayden to eat lunch. “Hayden, I’ve cooked some hot cereal. Let’s hurry up and go eat it.” She put her phone on the sofa before taking her son to lunch.

Hayden raised his little head and asked in puzzlement, “Mom, who were you talking to just now?”

“Your dad,” Nicole replied.

Nicole was baffled. How did this brat commit Colton’s name to memory right away? Seriously, I don’t want to see that sort of weird and conceited guy anymore in my life. “You and your wild ideas. Listen, Hayden, he’s not your dad—your dad is Joseph!”

Hayden’s initially cheerful little face fell at once. He pouted his lips, arguing, “He’s not my dad! Colton is!”

away that the latter

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afternoon, Nicole dressed in warm colors with a pure white camisole underneath a cream-colored overcoat, which made her look competent and yet mild-mannered. After wearing light makeup, she curled her

he saw Nicole coming out, his eyes lit up involuntarily. “Mom, are

so liberal in thinking? “I’ll be taking you to see your dad this afternoon,” she said. It

of surprise flashed across Hayden’s face, and there was a note of joy in his

that we’re gonna meet. I’ve told

little brat must have been

up instantly. “I’m not going with

me, even if you don’t want to.” Nicole grabbed the boy’s collar

go meet him, and don’t

lips aggrievedly, Hayden protested in displeasure, “A playboy like him can’t possibly be my dad! There’s no way that a faithful, clever,

are more likely to take after their mothers, so you probably resemble me.” I’ve got to wake

way I’d resemble you! I’m so smart, after