Wrong Ride, Right Lover novel Chapter 43

“What are you doing?” Monique was so frustrated when he dragged her out as she was deep in her thoughts. She was particularly upset that his treatment towards Angel was so different from that of hers!

Her crystal clear eyes were opened wide and staring at Henry.

“Why are you working two jobs? Working in the cafe during the day and driving cab at night with the child following along. You are supposed to stay home and take care of your child at night.” He raised his sharp eyebrows and his dark eyes were filled with light.

Monique gave him a glance. Why did he care about her out of sudden.

“To earn money. How would you understand the world of normal people like us?” Monique pursed her lips, looking somewhat helpless. Everyone wished to spend more time with their children.

Was there only money in this woman’s eyes. She had been living such a tough life. Why did she not come to him?

“Who is the dad?” Henry squinted his black eyes and purposely asked.

“The dad is gone.” Monique was stunned. She dropped her eyes and coldly answered.

She too wished to know who the dad was. Yvonne drugged her. She did not know whose room she had run into.

Though she felt sad, she was full of hatred that the man took advantage of her.

However, who could she blame? Monique could only bear all the blame, due to the fact that she did not have good fate all her life. Her parents abandoned her, her grandfather left, her aunt and cousin disliked her and that they had to drug her, how hilarious this was! She might not be able to survive until now without Angel.

If she told this arrogant man that she did not know who the father was, he would end up mocking her. Her heart seemed to be hit hard as she thought of this.

“Gone? Give me the father’s photo. I will find him for you.” The man squinted his dark eyes.

He was standing right in front of her. This stupid woman. Had she forgotten him? She left first thing the next morning after that night. Did she leave without even taking a look at him!

Monique’s face twitched and nearly suffocated. Where could she find a photo of him?

“I have no photo of him, nor do I wish to look for him,” Monique harrumphed coldly, her eyes cold as ice.