The Three Little Guardian Angels

The Three Little Guardian Angels Chapter 2622

Chapter 2622

Cameron leaned closer to Waylon on the way back. “What did you say to Nick?”

Waylon looked at her and smiled. “I invited him to our wedding, of course.”

“Did he agree?”

“Yes, of course.”

Cameron leaned back into her seat and smiled. “I thought you would start arguing.”

Waylon held her hand and kissed it. “You were not worried that we’d fight instead?”

She said in a serious tone, “It’s not good to fight. I don’t think you’d fight in front of everyone.”

He chuckled. “You’re starting to sound reasonable.”

Cameron pulled her hand back. “I’ll show you who’s boss for teasing me.”

Waylon’s phone suddenly rang, and it was Morrison. He answered, “What’s up?”

“Wayne, come and party with me. There are a few mixed-heritage beauties at Glitz. They’re so hot!” NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

When he saw Cameron leaning in, Waylon said without hesitation, “No, I’m going to spend time with my wife.”

He hung up and looked at her. “Why? Do you want to go?”

Her eyes gleamed. “Can I?”

“No.”

“There’s nothing to do at home anyway. Let’s go see some hotties.”

Waylon pinched her chin. “You can look at me.”

Cameron pushed his hand away. “I’m letting you see some pretty girls, but you’re refusing?”

He nodded. “I would consider it if I got to go alone.”

Cameron ignored the fact that he was driving and punched him. “Wayne Goldmann!”

At Glitz…

Morrison leaned back and watched the dancers perform on stage. He slowly drank his wine while a woman with heavy makeup walked over. “Are you alone, hottie?”

Morrison looked at her, swirled his glass, and smiled. “Of course not.”

She smiled. “You’re lying. I noticed that you’ve been by yourself all night.”

Morrison leaned in. “Can’t you see that someone is sitting next to me?”

The woman looked at the empty seat next to him curiously. “There’s no one there.”

“My wife and kids are there. Can’t you see?”

The woman looked at how serious he looked, and her smile faded. “Are… Are you joking?”

Morrison swirled his wine. “Yes, you can’t see them, and only I can. After my wife jumped off a building, I’ve always been able to see her. Look, she’s glaring at you. I think you should leave. I don’t want her to haunt you tonight.”

The woman shuddered and left after calling him crazy.

He shook his head. “Why are women so rude now?”

He was going to pour another glass and noticed a woman sitting next to him. He jumped, but the woman said to the bartender, “A Mojito, please.”

When Morrison recognized her, he wanted to sneak away, but the woman grabbed him. “It’s you.”

He clenched his jaw, clicked his tongue, and turned to face Leah. “What kind of luck is this? How could I bump into you in a place like this?”

Leah smiled. “Maybe it’s fate.”

“B*llshit! I don’t want to be fated to be around you.” Morrison watched as the bartender placed the

cocktail in front of her. She picked it up and was going to drink it, but Morrison blocked her. “You’re very brave to still drink after what happened the other day.”