Right Person, Wrong Time novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3 We Look Exactly Alike!

One could tell at a glance that the man wasn’t to be messed with, for he had a commanding presence. Still, Nicole straightened her back nonetheless and took a step forward, blocking his path. “Hey, you! Were you the one who bullied my son?” Since the man was very tall, she only reached the height of his shoulders despite standing on high heels, which somehow made her feel somewhat weaker.

Upon hearing Nicole’s voice, Colton turned to look at her. The woman had dazzling features, but her palm-sized face had fury written all over it. Holding her small chin high, she looked wild and intractable. However, Colton was slightly lost in thought when he caught a whiff of the barely noticeable scent on her. This scent… It feels somewhat familiar…

Suddenly, a child’s sobbing voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “Mom, it was him!”

A flicker of scorn flashed across Colton’s eyes, which were as deep and fathomless as a frozen pond, when he saw the boy clinging onto Nicole’s trouser leg. Women nowadays are getting craftier than one another in terms of tricks in order to get close to me. To think that this woman is able to find a kid who looks so much like me! If it weren’t for me being certain about Queenie being the only woman I’ve ever touched, I would’ve suspected him of being my son…

“Apologize to my son, mister!” Nicole demanded, holding her head high while trying hard not to appear timid. “Don’t you feel ashamed of bullying such a little kid as an adult man?”

Colton’s eyes narrowed slightly; his voice was deep and mellow, like a barrel of well-matured wine. “Didn’t he tell you what he had done?”

Naturally, Nicole sided with her son. “Tell me then—what did my son do to make you bully him like that?”

Colton let out a cold snort before lifting his foot. “Do you understand now?”

Nicole looked all the way down the man’s incredibly long legs until she spotted a damp patch on the hem of his trouser leg. Could this be… A bad feeling arose in her gut. As she lifted her son up from her feet, her throat felt somewhat dry. “What did you do?”