Miracle Cutie (Amelia and Benjamin) novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18 Little Eyes Watching

But Alistair-already fully worked up-had no intention of stopping.

With Zoe pinned between him and the wall, his hands kept wandering, his breath hot and uneven against her skin.

“Zoe,” he murmured darkly, “that Graham boy hasn’t even touched you yet, has he? Has he ever held your hand? Hah. What a pathetic little fool.

“Tell me how do you think he’d react if he knew how wild you really are when no one’s watching?”

His voice dripped with mockery, every word meant to degrade Daniel.

And Zoe-who should have been outraged-didn’t say a single word in Daniel’s defense.

“Zoe,” Alistair continued, voice low, coaxing, poisonous, “you don’t want to lose his admiration, do you? So here’s what you do-accept his pursuit. Milk it. But don’t let him touch you.

“Let him buy you whatever you want… then come to me for fun. That way, you get money and pleasure.”

The fantasy of humiliating Daniel thrilled him so much his face flushed.

Their whispers were filthy.

Their behavior was shameless.

And it was all happening right in front of two toddlers who should never have been anywhere near such a scene.

Nelson held his smartwatch with one small hand, filming, while trying hard to use the other to keep Nina from rushing forward.

“Nina, shh,” he whispered, trying to keep her still. “Be good.”

But Nina had heard Daniel’s name-and now her baby rage was bubbling up.

She didn’t understand Alistair’s words, but she understood one thing:

They were really bad.

“Bad! Bad guy!” she announced angrily. “Nelson! Nina hit bad guy!”

Nina was not a naturally obedient child.

She took after her biological father-honestly, sometimes her temper was even worse than his had been at that age.

Amelia had tried to train her into a sweet, gentle little princess.

…She hadn’t succeeded.

The little firecracker balled up her tiny fists, summoning the strength of a determined calf.

She tore out of Nelson’s grasp, marched to the door, and shoved it open with all her baby might.

The door burst wide.

Inside, Zoe and Alistair froze, caught mid-embrace.

Then they jumped apart like guilty teenagers, scrambling to fix their clothes and hair.

They whirled toward the doorway-expecting some adult stranger.

Instead…

They saw only one familiar little chubby girl standing there.

Both of them exhaled in relief.

“What are you doing here?” Zoe snapped, glaring at Nina with open disgust.

Alistair’s tone was even colder. “Little fatty. What did you see?”

Nina jutted out her lower lip. “Kiss!”

Then she puckered her lips and planted loud, exaggerated smacking kisses on her own pudgy hand— demonstrating exactly what they’d been doing.

Alistair and Zoe’s faces twitched violently.

“You saw wrong,” Alistair snapped. “We were just passing through. We didn’t do anything.

“You little brat!” he roared. “How dare you push me?!”

Losing face in front of the woman he hadn’t fully won over yet, he jumped to his feet in a blind rage.

This time, he yanked off his belt, raising it high like a weapon, fully prepared to strike both kids.

The belt sliced through the air-

-but it never landed.

A foot slammed into his side with brutal force.

A voice exploded with rage:

“Touch my kids, and you’re dead!”

Daniel.

He had seen everything through the video call.

Every disgusting whisper.

Every touch.

Every threat toward his kids.

And on top of that-he had just learned the woman he’d adored for so long…

was nothing like the angel he’d imagined.

She was rotten to the core.

His fury was volcanic.

And Alistair had picked the worst moment in his life to provoke him.