Semua Bab Wrong Ride, Right Lover: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Henry Moore was having a good day. Work was busy as usual in the Marriott Tower but as evening approached, the hustle and bustle of the office gradually died down. Henry found himself missing the chatty little girl and the scent of that woman.He toyed with his phone as he wondered what the woman was doing then.She had not given him a call.Busy? Was she with someone?Henry was blessed with a handsome face that could take a person’s breath away. He was the epitome of divine beauty. Those dark orbs fixated on the numbers displayed on the phone screen.The call would come, he was sure.A few hours later, the call still had not come. Henry frowned.Shaun Stone felt the hairs on his neck stand. The road ahead was empty and the journey smooth, yet the car was filled with an oppressive silence.He chanced a glance at the rearview mirror. His employer stretched out in the backseat, legs crossed and face stoic. The black eyes were staring back at him.The chairman was looking at him?

Henry Moore glared at his phone and swore, “Women are troublesome!”He was sitting on Monique’s bed in Moore manor. The moonlight casted a long shadow, creating an eerie and melancholic atmosphere.Henry had skipped dinner to wait for that woman’s call. As night descended, his mood followed the shade of the sky.A cigarette dangled between his fingers as he stared into the empty room. The man was sullen.There was no news from that woman. No call or text from Angel either.The look of disdain on the woman’s face appeared in his mind.Were they running away from him?He had warned her many times about leaving.Damn it! Uncontrolled anger coursed through his veins.A part of him wanted to personally drive down to Monique’s hometown and drag her back to Moore manor. He would make sure she learned her lesson.His anger manifested in the form of a shattered phone. The device bounced across the floor when he accepted the cold, harsh truth—the woman was never calling.Dinner was ov

”Maybe another time,” Monique said as she shook her head at her daughter. “Be good, Angel. We’ll do it tomorrow.”“Mommy, are you going on a date?” Angel batted her eyelashes as she asked. Before the woman could answer, the young girl pouted and said, “Mommy, can you not go? I like this Daddy.”Despite her young age, the girl was able to piece together the details from the bits and pieces of conversation she overheard. Uncle was telling Mommy to go on a date!‘This Daddy?’ Monique was shocked by her daughter’s choice of words.She had underestimated her daughter’s affection for Henry Moore.No! Monique’s attempts to accept the man was greeted with stinging humiliation.One day, he would chase the mother-daughter pair away. She doubted any relationship between them would last and she knew Henry Moore would always have the last say in things.If Monique tried to leave now, Henry would definitely call the cops on her. She did not want to lose her daughter, so she stayed put.Stayi

How could Monique forget about yesterday? The bruises on her body had yet to heal. Luckily, the fall weather allowed for long sleeves, which shielded the purple and black patches on her skin.The mention of yesterday irked her. “You… You…”‘Bastard, savage, pervert.’The string of curses went on and on in her mind, but she dared not speak them out loud.The image of Monique gritting her teeth in anger pleased Henry Moore to no end. This call had brightened his day significantly.Amusement danced across his features as he asked lazily, “What did you want?”Monique tempered her rage and said, “I wasn’t the one who called.”In another way, she was saying she would never contact him.Henry’s dark eyes narrowed. She was one stubborn woman.“You sure?”Monique could sense the threat in his voice. She explained, “Angel wanted me to call you.”“You still dialed my number,” Henry stated matter-of-factly, the haughtiness in his tone unmistakable.Monique rolled her eyes in exasperati

Yvonne was taken aback by Monique’s sudden outburst. This was her first time witnessing Monique making a stand; the woman had always been subservient.By the time Yvonne had woken from her stupor, Monique was already downstairs instructing Angel to stay close to her granduncle while she was away.Zephyrus studied Monique as she walked down the stairs. The floral-patterned top and the wide slacks were outdated, but by tucking in her top, Monique was able to pass it off as fashionable. Paired with her short hair, she looked like a capable woman.Zephyrus nodded in approval. Something caught his eye and he frowned. He would address it later. “Let’s have breakfast.”Monique noticed her uncle’s line of sight and tugged the collar of her top so that it covered the bruises. She bit her lip and explained, “I fell and accidentally hurt myself.”Zephyrus responded with a slight nod. He figured it must have been from the kidnapping.A moment later, Yvonne joined them. She eyed Monique from