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.

she heard the sound of thumping steps down the

a soft voice rang

could feel herself

up to Noah with

and held

I'm home. Daddy's here. Don't be scared." Noah hugged Thomas and

ago that the butler found Colton in the corner of the attic

inexplicable pain wash

It hurt.

had always been afraid of the storm. He used to keep it to himself and endured by hiding

up, but

how gentle Noah's hold was

just thinking of riding the scum of the human as

voice. Fortunately, she was quick to regulate her emotions as

You're home? I was

the child's hand only

a bad woman

dodging

the excited Angie who was soaked to the bone. "I'll take care of

his side tonight. It was always me who accompanied him

were red and teemed

hesitated for a split

the child in his arms

Can I not sleep in the

I ever

had nearly

she recovered in time and

no fool. The look on his face was not a positive

attic? He's the precious child of

brat

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

nurturing image to move Noah was now a mess. Was this little bastard

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