Chapter 18

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.

Of course, she wouldn't give up quite so easily. She lifted her drenched skirt and trailed after him.

reached the second floor when she heard the sound

soft voice rang

could feel

ran up

picked him up and

Noah hugged Thomas and reassured the

the butler found Colton in the corner of the attic

inexplicable pain

It hurt.

keep it to himself and endured by hiding away

up, but his

how gentle Noah's hold was while nestled in his

Noah's neck and rested his head on 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

skipped a beat when she heard Colton's voice. Fortunately, she was quick to regulate

You… You're home?

to grab the child's hand only

bad woman who was dripping wet, even if she looked good,

dodging drew Noah's

to the

was always me who accompanied him whenever it rained in the past.

red and

hesitated for a

child in his arms shrank. He seemed to eye her with

here with me today. Can I not sleep in the

nonsense again. When have I ever

nearly

recovered in time and kept her

look on his face

the attic? He's the precious child of the household. I'm also his aunt. I wouldn't treat him badly.

despised the brat in front

wouldn't have locked him in the attic if it weren't for the fact that the brat stayed wide awake whenever it rained and caused her to lose her beauty sleep. It was, as they say, out of sight, out of

use her gentle and nurturing image to move Noah was now a mess. Was this little bastard trying

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