Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)

"Who says your mommy doesn't like me? She liked me even before you were born." said Noah.

"But the person she likes now is me," Wyatt said, tilting his head up with the same expression as the person in front of him.

From how the two of them, big and small, stood off against each other for affection, no one would believe they weren't. father and son.

Noah sighed and softened his tone. "After the plane crash, I got injured and forgot about you and Mommy. I'm sorry I wasn't there all these years."

Wyatt, with a serious expression, silently stared at the person in front of him. After a moment, he pouted and asked, "Did Mommy forgive you?"

"If she forgave me, would you forgive me too?"

Wyatt nodded eagerly like a little chick pecking at grains.

"Then let's try some of the food I cooked first."

"Okay."

Noah was holding Wyatt with one arm, and just as they opened the door, they caught Chloe eavesdropping at the entrance.

Before she had a chance to explain, Wyatt quickly asked, "Mommy, did you forgive Daddy?"

Chloe was taken aback, wondering what they had been talking about.

Just a moment ago, Wyatt was so defiant, yet now he was calling him "Daddy" all of a sudden.

"I-I'm not..." Stammered Wyatt.

"Let's eat first," Noah said, holding Wyatt in one arm and putting the other around Chloe's shoulder as they moved to the dining table. The table was filled with Chloe's favorite dishes.

And they were also Wyatt's favorites.

It had been a long time since she had tasted Noah's cooking. Back then when they were together, he always did the cooking.

She wasn't satisfied, so she asked him to teach her.

Later, after the kitchen was destroyed, she ordered a bunch of takeout, put it on plates, and claimed she made it herself. At the time, he believed her.

Looking back now, he didn't believe it, at all. He was just playing along with her little act.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

How embarrassing it was!

It just so happened that she met him at 18-such an immature age.

Looking at the mother and son in front of him, Noah felt incredibly satisfied.

That little trickster pulled it off, giving her a son.

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The serious look on Noah's face gradually softened. Go ahead and eat

He placed a piece of pork rib with barbecue sauce he made into lier plate.

Chloe took a bite, her expression faint, "It's awful."

"Thanks for the compliments," said Noah.

"Mommy, these sauced beef steak aren't bad at all. They're way better than yours," said Wyatt.

Wyatt met his mommy's gaze and didn't dare to say the last word

After dinner, Chloe called someone to fix the door and got it reinstalled.

Noah, just like before, played with Wyatt in the living room with some fancy toys.

Wyatt wasn't feeling it at all. After Uncle Noah became Daddy, he suddenly got that good at building. That was unacceptable.

"I'm tired, not playing anymore," Wyatt said seriously, getting up and heading back to his room.

Noah looked at the completed high-end toy with a proud face.

Compared to your dad, you were still inexperienced.

The clock on the wall showed ten o'clock. Noah stood up. "Chloe, I'm heading out for a bit. Go to sleep first. Don't need to wait for me." "Where are you going?" Chloe asked instinctively.

After asking, she realized maybe she shouldn't be so concerned.

She didn't expect Noah to tell her where he was headed.

"I'm going to visit someone who's been searching for Queena all these years." Before leaving, he playfully pinched Chloe's

cheek.

Chloe swatted his hand away, thinking how, as a mother, she was still getting her cheeks pinched like that.

Just as he turned to leave, Chloe called out to him. "Wait a minute."

Noah turned around. Chloe stepped forward, cupped his chiseled face, and tiptoed to plant a kiss on his forehead. "Go on then."

Noah had a barely noticeable smile on his lips; he must have overheard his conversation with Wyatt.

"Do you know what a kiss on the forehead means?" he asked.

"You have taught me," she replied.

They exchanged glances. Noah also cradled her face and kissed her on the forehead.

In the past, whenever she made mistakes, he'd kiss her forehead, which meant he forgave her.

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Outside the Rosewood Manor, Ray held a flickering cigarette wern his rough fingers. He glanced at the time and wondered where Comon had gone. He hadn't come back yet.

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