Wrong Ride, Right Lover novel Chapter 164

Henry Moore glared at his phone and swore, “Women are troublesome!”

He was sitting on Monique’s bed in Moore manor. The moonlight casted a long shadow, creating an eerie and melancholic atmosphere.

Henry had skipped dinner to wait for that woman’s call. As night descended, his mood followed the shade of the sky.

A cigarette dangled between his fingers as he stared into the empty room. The man was sullen.

There was no news from that woman. No call or text from Angel either.

The look of disdain on the woman’s face appeared in his mind.

Were they running away from him?

He had warned her many times about leaving.

Damn it! Uncontrolled anger coursed through his veins.

A part of him wanted to personally drive down to Monique’s hometown and drag her back to Moore manor. He would make sure she learned her lesson.

His anger manifested in the form of a shattered phone. The device bounced across the floor when he accepted the cold, harsh truth—the woman was never calling.

Dinner was over in the Xanders and Monique took her daughter upstairs for a shower.

“Mommy, where’s my grandmother and grandfather?” Angel asked, her innocent eyes staring up at Monique. “You didn’t come from a rock.”

When Angel was younger, Monique would jokingly tell her her mother was born from a rock.

As the girl grew up, she learned many things from reading. From the books, she found out babies came from a woman’s belly.