Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 310

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That surprised me. Nathan’s usual route home from work shouldn’t have taken him anywhere near my place. Had he gone out of his way just to swing by? The thought made me smirk. He was full of little maneuvers like this.

“Yeah, just got back. You’re downstairs?” I asked.

“Mhm. Just left the office,” he replied smoothly.

Since I didn’t feel like eating alone, I invited him to join me. Nathan waited at the entrance of my complex, leaning casually against his car. “What are you craving? At this hour, it’s pretty much just late–night snacks,” he said with a grin.

I remembered a place I used to love, their fish slices and beef were excellent. I gave him the name, and Nathan directed his driver to take us there. It was a bit of a drive, near the villa where I used to live.

Though Nathan and I had grown closer the last time we met, days had passed since then, and some of that initial ease had faded.

I could tell he wanted to reach for my hand, but he hesitated. So I deliberately swung mine toward him. Nathan chuckled low in his throat before his warm, broad fingers closed around mine.

When we arrived, the restaurant was still lively. Nathan and I stepped out of the car, chatting as we walked inside.

The owner recognized me. I used to bring Yvonne here often, though Jared rarely joined us, so he wouldn’t be familiar with my ex–husband.

the owner’s eyes widened. “Mrs. Holcomb!

a familiar voice rang out from across

I both stiffened, turning toward the sound. In a corner

mind blanked for a split second, but I quickly recovered. “Order something first,” I

then added quietly, “Maybe

we walked

me apart. He must have thought I’d lied to him, promising I wouldn’t return to Hachester, only to show up at night

“Mom, this is Nathan, right? We met

smiled at

me, Jared, and Nathan before she blurted, “What’s going

how to respond. I didn’t

voice, he turned to Yvonne.

stay and eat a

temper down. “Fine. Then your mother can bring you home later.” He stood abruptly and said

up from her seat, jabbing a finger at me. “Victoria, did you plan this? Did you bring your little

face flushed crimson at the word

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