Wife by Day, Boss by Night by Thalia Quillspeak

Chapter 74

Natalie had promised she’d be over tonight.

She was the kind of person who followed through. He had seen her picking gifts for kids. She was reliable, so he knew she’d come.

As long as Nate was happy and could fulfill his wishes, everything was worth it. Everyone else. paled in importance.

The minutes ticked away, and the night deepened.

Nate wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting at the back door, his little cheeks numb from the cold, his eyes heavy and struggling to stay open, yet no one had appeared.

The maid found him there, shivering, and scooped him up. “Mr. Nate, what are you doing out here in the cold? Didn’t you want cake?”

“Just a bit longer!” Nate suddenly found a burst of energy, squirming in the maid’s arms before sliding back to the ground, pushing her hands away. “Go inside! Leave me alone!”

The cake would have to wait for Natalie to arrive, for her to cut a slice for him. He wanted to light the candles with Mommy and make a wish together. No one else would do.

Natalie had said that when the moon rose, she would appear.

Nate’s unusual behavior, the maid suggested, “It’s so chilly out here. Why don’t we go inside and get

stubbornly refused. What if Natalie came while he was inside changing, saw that he hadn’t waited for her,

you shouldn’t make them sad without good reason. So, he had to wait

issue, the maid finally retreated into the house at Nate’s insistence. stealing glances from the doorway at the little boy sitting with determination in his vigil.

hard for his sickness to make a comeback. Seeing him out there,

up once he fell asleep when Brian’s voice suddenly cut through,

back to see Brian, his face cloud of worry and anger. They knew better than to breathe too loudly around him,

and

in to report that Natalie

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the country.

at seven that

the chill down to his bones, his energy sapped, and he didn’t even muster the strength to resist.

he saw Brian was holding him, and the light that

rested his head on his father’s shoulder, murmuring

son.” Brian tightened his hold on Nate’s limp body, his voice a soft murmur. It was as if he was speaking to himself