Three Little Guardian Angels

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.

Maisie lifted her arm and rubbed his wrinkled glabella. “Didn’t I tell you that you should wait until you remember it yourself?”

held her cold fingertips. Perhaps it was because the nights were more prone to give him butterflies that he lost his cool again and could not help but get closer and closer to her. Maisie’s lips were only inches away from his face. However, the warmth that he was

around and pressed him against the wall before he

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

let go of him. “For safety’s sake, we’ll continue

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

did not look back. Nolan walked up to her back and placed his chin on her shoulder. “Aren’t

to let go of her in pain, squat down, and glare at her.” Woman, how could you be so

jaw, looking amused. “Who are you

his lips and stared

to take advantage of me even after losing your

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

.

of an adult, he only had the cognition of a 17-year-old teenager. She really could not get it on with

of the bed with a few pillows, and

Maisie was dumbfounded.

crosses the border is a pervert.” Facing this sudden

sky outside the window was silent, and the light inside

lying beside her. He