The Divorce That Brought Us Back novel Chapter 159

Last night.

On the way home from the hospital, Nora had mentioned running into Sebastian Sinclair at the private club.

"It was weird. He never goes out of his way to talk to me. Do you think the Sinclair Group is in trouble, and he's trying to get to you through me?"

There was nothing wrong with that statement.

The problem was the question Maloney asked right after.

"How do you define your relationship with him?"

"Huh?" Nora thought about it for a second. "He's just an older guy I used to know."

"And what about me?"

"You're Maloney Jameson."

Silence.

Since she was young, Nora had always referred to Maloney by his full name.

Even after getting married.

She only ever dropped a "honey" when he relentlessly teased it out of her in bed.

Any other time, using terms of endearment was like swallowing poison.

She claimed she just couldn't get used to it.

Maloney usually spoiled her completely.

But last night, his leniency had vanished.

He made her say it a hundred times until she got used to it.

Nora thought he was being completely ridiculous.

Exhausted from last night's antics, she was already in a foul mood.

Waking up at noon to hear about Jasmine's crisis only made it worse.

"I told you I was tired last night, and you wouldn't let me sleep!"

"You kept me up until 3:30 AM! You made me sleep in, and now I'm the last one to find out about all this drama."

"It's all your fault!"

Scowling and grumbling to herself, she pushed Maloney away and climbed out of bed.

She needed to get to the bathroom.

In her haste, she accidentally slipped on Maloney's slippers.

His feet were practically a full ten sizes larger than hers.

She looked like a child clomping around in adult shoes, the heels slapping loudly against the floorboards with every step.

After two steps, she got frustrated and kicked the slippers across the room.

Annoyed, she punched his arm.

He caught her fist, kissed her knuckles, and pulled her flush against his chest, trailing soft, coaxing kisses up her arm to the side of her neck.

"Don't be mad anymore, alright?" His deep, magnetic voice hummed in her ear.

Her cheeks flushed as she whispered, "I'm not mad."

That was all it took.

Maloney practically had a manual for handling her every mood by now.

For minor tantrums, all it took was holding her, kissing her, and she’d soften in minutes.

If it was a real misunderstanding, he'd pin her down, kissing her until she finally confessed what was wrong.

This wasn't even a real issue.

He had been admittedly exasperating the night before.

But he'd had his reasons.

After she washed up, Maloney carried her into the walk-in closet to change.

He quickly got the full story out of her.

"Yates happened to be at the hospital yesterday. They bumped into him right after we left."

"He's absolutely vile! When he found out Jasmine was actually making money, he tried to ruin her reputation so she couldn't survive online, hoping she'd have no choice but to crawl back home."