Todos los capítulos de Babysitting My Wife: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 39

After throwing the ripped dress in the garbage, I retreated back to my room. Noah seemed to have enough fun and teasings for the day and was the first to fall asleep.I laid on my bed, exhausted and switched on my flip phone. Yes, I still have this phone."Would it be alright to call Hailey right now?" It was unnecessary to concern myself with this question when my fingers were over the dialer buttons.The phone rang as I waited for her reply. I looked around to see if I have any snack to eat but my room was a mess with the clothes that Oliver and Lucas expedited with."Hello?" Her groggy voice sounded through the liner."Oh hey! Did I wake you up?" I asked."Yes."I waited for her to continue but realized it just a word reply."Oh... right. Anyways stay awake and suffer while listening to my story because this is truly shocking." I tried to wake her up with my choice of words."Can it not wait till tomorrow?" She sounded desperate for sleep but this has to happen today, right now."

Where were we? In the middle of a negotiation. Well, it was more likely from my side than theirs. All they wanted was to get as much money as they could grab on. "I don't have any money. You think I can afford even this frozen yogurt?... Yes, I can, but I'm grounded. Why? Because I broke my mother's toaster. Do you even understand how that relatively is senseless?" Silence fell in, and responses dried up from my random ranting. Plus, this ain't really the right time and right place to rant out about my personal life problems. "That is senseless! My mom smacked my phone because I didn't call her back. How am I supposed to call you back now? And it wasn't even recharged, and she even knew about this." One of the two joined in my rant-out session. I gasped. "That's - What is even that??" "I know, right -" The other guy smacked his head, whispering to him. "Are you crazy? We're here to rob, not fill in our painful tragedies." He sneered at his mate and got back to us, aiming the gun

What day is today? I can't stop thinking about what Noah said earlier. It's been on my mind all day, and now I'm alone with all these strange assumptions swirling around in my head. Noah had some work to attend to, and I didn't wanna go to my Uni, so here I am. I'm trying to bake a cake. I decided not to overthink... for now, at least. Also, my apology needs a supporter, though he already has forgiven me. But to lighten up things and to get my mind over the word 'Wife', that's been ringing up in my head, I am attempting a world-class murder- I mean, making a decent edible cake. Did I ever mention that I can't cook? Or was it that I suck at cooking? "Snap out of it! Alright, Millie. Now is your time to shine... with sparkle, not smoke." I muttered the latter in hopes of succeeding. "First step. Preheat the oven..." I turned behind as I fearfully stared at my oven. It's the first step to disaster for me. That oven has been through a lot, always surviving from my attempted cook

Last night... The clock read past midnight. "Yeah, it's last night." I sighed dreamily, staring at my fingers and then giggling like a crazy person as I rolled around on my bed. I stopped and quickly sprung up, "Omg, he kissed my fingers. No, wait. He merely pecked them." I pursed my lips before breaking into a smile and another fit of giggles. "Oh gosh! This shows how much of an amateur I am. I didn't date anyone, and I never had someone to flirt with; plus, guys didn't approach me. Well, if we see it this way... Noah wouldn't have approached me either if it weren't for us being married." I went silent, registering my words because it was true. I was hardly noticed by the opposite gender. I sighed, flopping my back on the mattress. I picked up my phone, swiped the screen- Hold on... swiped the screen? "I think Noah left his phone in here." I got up, walked out of my room, and barged into his room because, let's be real, I'm his wife. He bolted upright, clearly st