Chapter 55 Read Me Some Stories

Charles coughed jokingly, slightly hinting to Bobby that the latter should leave to give him some time alone with Nancy.

"Mommy, please help me take a bath, and read me some interesting stories after. You can leave me once I fall asleep!" Bobby uttered, biting the nail on his little index finger.

Then, he cupped Nancy's face, and with hopeful eyes, he reluctantly said, "Although...to be honest, I want you to sleep beside me."

"You're starting to be a big man now. You shouldn't be clinging to your mom anymore," said Charles, interfering immediately to get what he wanted. The coldness in his tone alerted his son as if sending a clear message that he didn't like how the latter was acting up.

"Fine!" Bobby answered unwillingly, pouting his lips to the extreme to show his discontent.

'Tss! If only I could have two mommies,' the little boy ranted in his head, glaring at his father without being noticed. His innocent mind thought it would be better that way so that his father could have one for himself.

'Why is there only one mother in our house? I need one and perhaps daddy too!' he wondered further as he walked towards his bathroom.

Just like he wished, Nancy bathed and told him stories until he fell asleep soundly. And once she was sure the boy was in deep slumber, she finally decided to leave the room.

With her shoulders slouched and head on the floor, she twisted the knob op

lled if her fear was to be induced.

Otherwise, she would never learn and would only continue to bully Nancy.

Fannie loved to bully the weak, but she indeed feared the strong ones––those who knew how to cut off her horns.

"For my father's sake, I have no choice but to compromise," Nancy decisively said with a tone of desperation in her voice.

"What if she sets you up again?" Now with a cold expression and grim face, Charles intended to ask that directly.

For a moment, Nancy was speechless. Her eyes blinked fast as her hands tightly grasped the champagne glass, and her lips pressed tightly. "Charles, trust me. She wouldn't commit the same mistake again. I know her."

Gently sighing, he moved closer to Nancy and whispered into her ear, "My silly girl, what should I do with you?"

She felt him softly rubbing her hair as he made her lay into his arms. And as her head was glued to her chest, his manly fragrance penetrated her nose, catching her in a total daze. "Charles, you promised me, didn't you?"

"Ahuh. How could I say no to you?" He would not hesitate to have a try even if Nancy asked him to do the impossible, let alone letting go of Fannie.

Was this what people called love? Was he really smitten with this woman?

He could do anything for her, even if it meant going against what he wanted.

"Thank you, Charles." Nancy's soft voice resounded as she curled closer to him.