Wife by Day, Boss by Night by Thalia Quillspeak

Chapter 142

“If only every morning could start with brushing my teeth together with Natalie side by side.” Nate thought.

Natalie rinsed her mouth. Right on cue, Nate set down his toothbrush cup and pouted his cherubic face towards her, waiting for his morning face cleaning.

As she dabbed his rosy cheeks, Natalie was reminded of the first time she met Nate. He could barely string a full sentence together without stumbling over his words.

“You’re getting so smart, Nate,” she said with a warm, encouraging smile.

Sadie, who was bringing in a basket of laundry, overheard from the next room and chimed in, “Nate is indeed getting more talkative. Kids just soak up language like sponges.”

Nate, taking the conversation seriously, responded without hesitation. “I don’t like talking to them, and they don’t like talking to me.”

Was ‘them‘ a reference to the people of the Howard family?

a psychology book that a child who grew up in a love–deprived environment often had delayed expressive abilities, which could lead

Moreover, Madelyn neither wanted him

was speaking more fluidly and becoming quite the chatterbox

what Nate was trying

face with a gentle smile, saying, “Soon, no one at preschool will be calling our little Nate

Nate is slow like a little mute. But Nate is just a late talker. In every other way, he’s

while Natalie finished helping Nate with his morning routine and

her with a smile as they walked

would compare Nate to Natalie as a child. Although Nate was the

by Brian and Sadie, yet he should have had a temperament

without even mentioning Natalie, just by observing

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reminded of who brought him

for hours on end. She believed that what people saw on the surface wasn’t always what their eyes