The Three Little Guardian Angels novel Chapter 783

Chapter 783

Barbara thought for a moment, then looked away from the crowd in front of her villa.’ Okay then, I might have to trouble you for a while.” Maisie took Barbara back to the Goldmann mansion.

Mr. Cheshire, the butler, was pruning the plants in the courtyard. He stopped the task on hand and stood up when he saw Maisie’s arrival. “Ma’am, you’ve come back?”

Maisie nodded and said to Mr. Cheshire,’ This is Barbara Chase, the daughter of the Chases. She’ll be living here for a while, so I might have to trouble you to take care of her needs.”

Mr. Cheshire smiled and nodded. “Okay, then I’ll get someone to clean up a guest room now.” Barbara and Maisie stepped into the mansion. She then approached Maisie and asked, “Where are you and Mr. Goldmann currently staying now that you don’t live here?”

“We stay in the Blue Bay villa.”

Barbara gave off a pregnant smirk. “Wow, you’re indeed living life to the fullest, huh? You actually leave your kids at home and only think about living as a couple even after getting married?”

Maisie wrapped her arm around Barbara’s shoulders. “When you give birth to your kid first before getting married, you can only go on a date with your husband after your marriage. And to be honest, bringing the kids along does affect your time together.” Barbara waved back. “But I guess I’ll never get married for the rest of my life.”

Maisie was taken aback. “Why would you think so?” “Who would marry a woman whose hands were stained with blood, even though it was only an accidental death?”

Barbara had come to accept the fact that she was a murderer long ago, and she had never had high hopes of finding herself a man and getting into a relationship or even marriage.

Maisie patted her shoulder. “That’s not a certain thing just yet. Maybe you’ll get to meet your Mr. Right, who will make you throw

yourself at him desperately in the future?”

Maisie returned to the Blue Bay villa and was slightly startled when she saw Nolan cooking dinner in the kitchen.

He had taken off his suit and shoes and had already changed into some casual clothes. Perhaps this was her first time seeing him in a dark gray knitted sweater and white trousers. His usual cold and indifferent temperament had become gentle and elegant. “You’ve come back? Go wash your hands. Dinner is ready.” He knew she had come back home without looking back. Maisie walked up to his back, wrapped her arms around his waist, pressed his cheeks against his back, and said charmingly and coquettishly, “Hubby, help me wash my hands.”