Chapter 18 What a Show
Angie looked absolutely wretched, which had Noah frowning at the sight.
“Wayne, go help.”
Wayne Hudson immediately took an umbrella and got out of the car to help her up.
Angie hadn’t expected to be left out in the cold. Noah had sent Wayne to her side instead of assisting her himself.
Her eyes reddened.
She felt resentful, but at least she achieved her objective.
Angie endured her grievances as she was escorted inside.
The car stopped before the porch, away from the raging storm. Noah then got out of the car.
He had just gotten out when Angie ran up and leaned against him. “You’re finally home, Noah. I heard that Colt was missing. I got worried…”
Her face was wet with rain. She looked every bit anxious with her red-rimmed eyes.
She reached out to grab his hand but he was quick to dodge.
He looked askance at her. The look in his eyes was one of mixed feelings but it eventually gave way to a hint of tenderness. “Have Ms. Grant change her clothes.”
“No. Where is Colt? It’s storming outside. I’m worried!”
Angie caught a glimpse of tenderness in Noah’s eyes and decided to strike while the iron was hot in her excitement.
She refused. Despite being drenched by the rain, she wanted to give him a show.
“Do as I say!”
“Noah…”
Angie wanted to say more but he passed her and headed straight upstairs.
quite so easily. She lifted her
she heard the sound of thumping steps down
soft
feel herself
Grant ran up to Noah
him up and held him in
here. Don’t be scared.” Noah hugged Thomas and reassured the young
news half an hour ago that the butler found Colton in the
an inexplicable pain wash over
It hurt.
storm. He used to keep it to himself and endured by hiding
had finally spoken up, but his so-called father had
hold was
his shoulder. He was just thinking of riding the scum of the human as a means to rest, only to be met by the sight of the soaked woman
when she heard Colton’s voice. Fortunately, she was
You’re home? I was
to grab the child’s hand
he didn’t want a bad woman who was dripping wet, even if she looked
dodging drew
stopped and glanced at the excited Angie who was soaked to the bone. “I’ll take care of Colt. I’ll have Wayne
found Colt. Please let me stay by his side tonight. It was always me who
eyes were red
for
speak, the child in his arms shrank. He seemed to eye
me today. Can I not
ever made you sleep
had nearly
she recovered in time and
was no fool. The look on his face was not a
Colt’s ramblings, Noah. How could I possibly make him sleep in the attic? He’s the precious child of the household. I’m also his aunt. I wouldn’t
brat in
brat stayed wide awake whenever it rained and caused her to lose her beauty sleep.
Noah was now a mess.
Why didn’t throwing him off a cliff kill him?!
Noah gave Angie a dark, icy stare. His voice took on a terrifying quality. “Children’s words are often the most honest!”
He didn’t spare her another look and left for his room with Colton.
“Noah…”
She started to get anxious at his indifference.
She took a lumbering step to follow them, only to be met by a door to her face.
What am I supposed to do now? I can’t let this misunderstanding continue.
Wouldn’t her plans all go to waste if Noah gave her the cold shoulder?
This is all because of that little bastard!
Angie gritted her teeth. She could barely wait to rush in and grab the brat and have him thrown down the steps from the top floor.
It would be perfect if he died horribly!
The butler, Mr. Charles, was standing by. “A hot bath and fresh clothes have been prepared for you, Ms. Grant. This way, please.”
She had no choice but to suppress her building anger as she took stock of her drenched self. A smug smile made its way across her face. “I’m changing in Noah’s room.”
“That would be inappropriate, Ms. Grant. Mr. Quincy has instructed us that no one is to enter his quarters. He’ll be displeased if I allow it.”
“I’m about to get engaged to Noah, Mr. Charles. Is it not okay for me to use his room? Or is it that you dislike me? You don’t think I’m worthy of being by his side?”
Angie spoke the most vicious words, but with the most pitiful expressions as she cried.
Mr. Charles wouldn’t budge an inch. “Please don’t make this hard on me, Ms. Grant. Come with me to the guest room.”
She gritted her teeth. Even a mere butler was in her way!
That, however, wasn’t enough to stop her.
She took the clothes into the guest room, then took advantage of Mr. Charles’s inattention to enter Noah’s room via the balcony.
She got into the bathroom to shower and waited eagerly or his return.
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