Charming Lady Hard to Chase After Being Dumped novel Chapter 365

His feet were so heavy in the dream.

He was afraid that Mommy would suddenly separate from Daddy one day and leave him.

Listening to Tanya talk about how Mommy had looked for him so painstakingly back then made him distressed, but also relieved at the same time.

What Cherry said was true—Mommy had never given up on him before.

After Tanya talked about the past for a while, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Pete got up at once. "It must be Mommy!"

Tanya stared at him, caught between laughter and tears. It was only at times like this that Pete looked like what a boy his age should look like.

She smiled and went to open the door. "You're finally here! Your little brat is already sick of me by now!"

She opened the door as she spoke intimately, only to see Joel standing outside instead.

Tanya was stunned. "Why are you here?"

Joel's fox-like eyes, which easily made one feel as though he was deeply in love with them, were fixed on her.

But Tanya knew exactly how heartless the man was.

Seeing her expression go from joy to wariness, Joel lowered his gaze, acerbity filling his heart.

He said softly, "Nora is fine now. I came to take the child

home."

Tanya was a little taken aback when she heard his term of address for Nora. Then, she looked away and uttered, "Oh."

She then glanced at Pete and asked, "Has she gone home yet?"

"No, but she'll be home soon."

Tanya was very wary. She said, "You can't take the child if she isn't home. Let's wait until she's home."

"Okay." Joel was unexpectedly agreeable. He asked, "Are you planning to have me wait outside, Ms. Turner?"

Tanya:

Seeing that Joel was about to enter, Tanya stopped him at the door and said, "It's not quite appropriate for a man and a woman to be alone together this late at night, is it, Mr. Smith?"

Joel kept quiet for a moment before he said, "Isn't the child also at home?"

The way he spoke sounded as if the child was theirs.

Tanya sneered and said, "The child is still young, so it's still inappropriate. You'd better go back to the car and wait there instead, Mr. Smith. I'll let you take the child once Nora gets home and retrieves her cell phone, and I confirm things with her."

Bam!

Tanya closed the door right after saying that.

Joel:

Joel could faintly hear Pete ask, "Was it not Mommy at the door, God-mom? Who was it, then?"

"Oh, just an annoying fly," replied Tanya.

Joel:

Half an hour later.

The perturbed and distracted Tanya glanced at the window.

The moment she did, she found herself stunned.

Joel was standing at the door, his tall and straight figure casting a long, drawn-out shadow on the ground.

The dazed Tanya felt as if she had gone back a few years in time. Back then, she would always see a figure like that standing outside every time she walked out of the classroom after class.

At that time, the sight of the man had made her excited and happy.

But the figure instead seemed somewhat solitary and lonely now, making her sad.

Tanya withdrew her gaze, lowered her head, and looked at the floor. Complicated emotions churned in the depths of her heart.

Sometime later, when Tanya looked up once more, she found that the figure at the door was gone. An empty

feeling welled up in her.

She couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was. She forced a smile, looked at Pete, and said, "Your mommy should be home soon."

Pete nodded. However, he then said, "Uncle Joel looks unwell to me, though."

Unwell?

Tanya followed his gaze and looked over to see that Joel had changed positions at some point. He was now standing in a corner visible from the living room window.

His head was down, and he had one hand pressed against his abdomen and the other against the wall for support.

She couldn't tell whether it was the lighting or because he really was unwell, but he looked as pale as a sheet.

His lips were so pale that they were practically transparent, and there was cold sweat on his forehead.

"Uncle Joel must be in pain, right? Why not let him in, God-mom?"

Pete's words interrupted Tanya's thoughts.