Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 582

Nolan did not know what to say.

The car was slowly moving toward the East Island Villa. Nolan did not know how to get along with his son along the journey, but there was an inexplicable desire to get closer to him in his heart.

The good thing was that Wayion did not make things hard for him at this time and took the initiative to spark a conversation with him. Nolan only had memories from before he was 17, so it was not too hard for him to talk to an 8,5-year-old boy.

Maisie turned her head to look at the father-son duo and asked Quincy in a soft voice, “Is this how Nolan looked like when he was 17?”

Quincy nodded. “Yeah.”

Then, he sighed slightly and continued. “Mr.

Goldmann did use to be like this in the past before the incident involving Madam Goldmann.”

Maisie did not say anything as she looked at Nolan. Nolan used to be a man who would give off an indifferent and imposing vibe that made people reluctant to get close to him. However, right now, he had become a lot more approachable. Perhaps, it was because he had lost his memory? But one silver lining was that he still treated them as his family despite having no memory of them.

In any case, no matter what happened to him, he was still Nolan.

Nolan did not have any memory of the East Island Villa. After getting into the villa, he scanned the surroundings for a long while before asking, “Where is our room?”

to bring their luggage into their rooms and walked up to him. “It’s not our room. It’s your room. Come, let

and asked with a frown,” But aren’t husbands and wives supposed

she replied,” Yeah. We used to be husband and wife, but you

stopped and looked at her as

in his room, Nolan looked around and frowned. It indeed did not look like a woman had been living

him and chuckled. “Why? Do you want

like a flower before him. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down

luscious red lips and said, “We’re going back home in another two days. In the meantime, you should

his arm but stopped in

villa and said, “Ms. Vanderbilt, here’s a letter Mr. Hathaway asked me to

frowned in confusion. She took the letter, opened it up, and

of the letter as well, so he asked, “What did Mr. Hathaway say in

replied, “Madam

a hotel in

the room. The room was spacious, with built-in floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic

wearing a dress, with a scarf

that other

elegant older woman she