Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 783

Barbara thought for a moment, then looked away from the crowd in front of her villa.’ Okay then, I might have to trouble you for a while.” Maisie took Barbara back to the Goldmann mansion.

Mr. Cheshire, the butler, was pruning the plants in the courtyard. He stopped the task on hand and stood up when he saw Maisie’s arrival. “Ma’am, you’ve come back?”

Maisie nodded and said to Mr. Cheshire,’ This is Barbara Chase, the daughter of the Chases. She’ll be living here for a while, so I might have to trouble you to take care of her needs.”

Mr. Cheshire smiled and nodded. “Okay, then I’ll get someone to clean up a guest room now.” Barbara and Maisie stepped into the mansion. She then approached Maisie and asked, “Where are you and Mr. Goldmann currently staying now that you don’t live here?”

“We stay in the Blue Bay villa.”

Barbara gave off a pregnant smirk. “Wow, you’re indeed living life to the fullest, huh? You actually leave your kids at home and only think about living as a couple even after getting married?”

Maisie wrapped her arm around Barbara’s shoulders. “When you give birth to your kid first before getting married, you can only go on a date with your husband after your marriage. And to be honest, bringing the kids along does affect your time together.” Barbara waved back. “But I guess I’ll never get married for the rest of my life.”

a woman whose hands were stained with blood, even though it was only

accept the fact that she was a murderer long ago, and she had never had high hopes of finding herself a

a certain thing just yet. Maybe you’ll get to

at him desperately in

Blue Bay villa and was slightly startled when she saw Nolan cooking dinner in the

him in a dark gray knitted sweater and white trousers. His usual cold and indifferent temperament had become gentle and elegant. “You’ve come back? Go wash your hands. Dinner is ready.” He knew she had come back home without looking back. Maisie walked up to his back, wrapped her arms around his waist, pressed

her to the front, and squinted. “You want me to wash them

looked up at

chin as a hint of lust flashed across his eyes. “Then don’t wash your hands first.” Maisie leaned languidly against Nolan’s chest and was carried downstairs

and flushed skin looked exquisite under the beam of the dazzling fluorescent lamps, and the wavy and black hair was hanging on her back, glowing from the

placed her on his thigh and served her

up. “Isn’t

to wash her hands at the beginning,