Second Marriage to Mr. Rich (Ned Fletcher) novel Chapter 215

"Are you with my mom?" Xavier's youthful and steady voice came from the other end of the phone.

Sean looked back at Angeline and responded, "Yes."

"You'd better not bully my mom! I haven't accepted you as my and Yasmine's dad yet!" Xavier warned.

"Alright. Rest assured. I won't bully your mom," Sean replied, a smile tugging at his lips.

Over Angeline's phone, Yasmine waved at Angeline. "Mommy, you should rest early! I'll call you again tomorrow. Xavier? Where did he go?"

Yasmine shouted, "Xavier, don't you want to say goodbye to mom?"

"Forget it. Xavier might have gone out. You and Xavier, be good, okay? I'll hang up now," Angeline said gently.

"Okay! Bye, Mommy."

After hanging up, Angeline clutched her phone tightly and met Sean's smiling eyes. He said, "Xavier called me, asking me to stay and take care of you."

"No wonder he disappeared," Angeline replied while standing up with her phone in hand.

"Can I sleep in the guest room tonight?" Sean asked.

"I'm fine. You don't need to stay just to take care of me..."

Sean took off his vest and draped it over his arm. He wasn't giving Angeline a chance to refuse. "I drank a bit too much, and I feel a bit dizzy. Are my clothes in the guest room?"

"Yes, they're still there." Angeline nodded.

Heather took off her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose tiredly. "Alright, I'll sleep for a bit. Let me know when you find the conclusion."

"Okay, it's been tough on you in the lab in my absence," Angeline said with a smile.

After ending the video call, Angeline logged into the lab's monitoring system to review the experimental surveillance videos.

Angeline pressed the pause button after watching the video for over an hour. She was about to make a cup of coffee to continue when she saw Sean making a phone call on the balcony.

Sean's hair, still damp and disheveled, hung before his eyes. He wore an unbuttoned shirt while leaning against the balcony railing with his long legs crossed.

There was a cigarette at the corner of his mouth. He held his phone with one hand while litting the cigarette with a lighter with the other.