A Vengeful Ex-Wife novel Chapter 414

Bob took the opportunity to crawl around the bed happily. He even got down from the bed on his own and tottered forward to hug his father's thigh. "Daddy, " he called out, looking up.

James smiled down at him before picking him up with one arm. "Let's go. I'll take you outside to see the night view."

When Maria stepped out of the bathroom after finishing her shower, she found the bedroom empty. Bob's giggles came from the balcony from time to time.

She walked over curiously and saw that James was half-lying on the couch, with Bob sitting in his arms. The two of them seemed to be enjoying the night view of the brightly-lit H City.

Later, when they all went to bed, Maria was so exhausted that she kicked James away. She didn't want to take the risk of letting him hold her while sleeping. In fact, she would have preferred if he hadn't come back from abroad. She was sure that if he didn't let her rest tonight, her body would be damaged by him.

Thinking of that, she vowed to cherish her life and stay away from him from now on.

The three of them fell asleep. At four o'clock in the morning, however, James suddenly stirred from his sleep.

He hadn't been having a nightmare, and no one had called his name, so he couldn't figure out why he had woken up.

He glanced around. Maria was sleeping soundly by his side. Then he turned to the crib.

Where was Bob?

James' heart leapt to his throat as he abruptly sat up. The crib, where Bob had been sleeping, was empty now.

He didn't wake up Maria right away. Instead, he turned on the bedside lamp and got out of bed. He walked around the bed, looking carefully at the floor, but Bob was nowhere to be seen. The doors of the bedroom and the bathroom were also both closed.

The security system that James had installed at the villa was very powerful. Logically speaking, Bob could not be in any danger. In fact, he had to still be in the bedroom.

Thinking of that, James frowned and opened the closet door a crack. He popped his head inside and glanced around, but there was no sign of Bob there, either.

Then, he opened all the cupboard doors, but there was still no trace of Bob.

James stood in the center of the bedroom, lost in thought. His heart was pounding wildly against his chest, and his palms were sweating.

Just when he decided to wake Maria up so that they could go downstairs to look for Bob together, he spotted a movement out of the corner of his eye. The curtain in the balcony was swaying.

Instantly becoming alert, he quietly tiptoed towards the balcony.

When the curtain moved again, he stretched his hand out and pulled it aside in one swift movement.

It was only then that his shoulders relaxed. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the scene in front of him. While he had been desperately searching around the room for several minutes, the little boy wearing a diaper was sitting behind the curtain, staring at the night view outside.

Hearing the rustle of the curtain behind him, Bob turned around to take a look at James, and then turned back and continued to look at the scenery calmly.

James, who had been on the verge of collapse just moments ago, raised his hand to his forehead and took a few deep breaths. Then, he squatted down and asked in a low voice, "Boston, it's late at night. Why aren't you sleeping? Are you sitting here to plan your life? Or maybe the future of H City?"

"Mommy," Bob replied simply.

Mommy? James turned around and found that Maria was still lying in the bed, fast asleep. He held out his hand with a helpless sigh and said, "Let's go. I will take you to your mommy."

Bob obediently grabbed onto one of his fingers. James picked him up and locked the door of the balcony with his other hand.

After making sure that the door was locked, he drew the curtain.

Then, he put the baby onto the bed and gave him a pat on the butt. "Go ahead! You are allowed to sleep next to your mommy tonight."

A happy smile spread across Bob's face as he crawled to Maria. Then, he lay prone by her side and closed his eyes.

James watched the child with furrowed eyebrows. Why would his son lie prone?