Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 22

Chapter 22 Andersons’ Interrogation

Before she could walk away, she was stopped by Colton’s grab, to which she, halting her steps, turned to look at him as she tried to shake him off. With a frown, she asked, “What are you doing?”

Colton swept his gaze across the woman’s figure. At that moment, the once-delicate makeup of the woman before him was smeared by her tears as tiny red veins surged in her eyes. She was nothing but miserable. Due to her hastiness, the bottom part of her gown was all crumpled and stained by dirt. Unlike the graceful Lisa she was one hour ago, she now resembled a pitiful stray puppy. As he withdrew the odd look in his eyes, with his raspy voice, he uttered, “Go get changed. I’ll send you there.”

Nicole lowered her head and took a look at herself, only to find that she, indeed, seemed pathetic. She then nodded and went back into her house. Followingly, she changed into a rather casual outfit, but she didn’t have time to remove her makeup. As she exited her room, she gathered her messy hair and tied it behind her head with a black rubber band. Regardless, her appearance wasn’t anywhere atrocious. Having changed into casual wear from her gown, she appeared notably younger.

“Let’s go. To Anderson Residence.” She dragged Colton, who she, in that instant, perceived as her life savior, as if she was comforted by the man’s existence.

Colton peered at the aggressive woman in front of him and how she intuitively grasped his wrist as she thoughtlessly dragged him forward. In the past, he would have confidently considered such behavior as a woman’s flirtation tricks.

Having descended the stairs, Nicole got into the car and finally calmed herself down. That was when she realized the car Colton was driving was a full black Rolls-Royce Phantom, and she felt embarrassed by the fact that she charged into the passenger seat.

As Colton was starting the engine, he caught Nicole’s awkward look and beamed. “You’re the first person to sit in my car’s passenger seat.”

“Uh…” Why’d he say that out of nowhere?! Nevertheless, thinking how the man drove her out of F&M Apparel’s annual dinner just to look for her son, she eventually blurted, “Thanks for your help.”

His deep eyes darkened. Without making a response, he concentrated on driving. Fortunately, Colton was somewhat familiar with Anderson Residence. Although he’d only been there once, he remembered the way there, thanks to his superb memory.

As they arrived at Anderson Residence, Nicole turned to the man in a suit at the steering wheel. Due to the fact that he traveled all over the city for her, his hair visibly grew unkempt. To be fair, the man, as long as he kept his mouth shut and refrained from uttering any sort of infuriating words, was actually a sight for sore eyes.

The sky was engulfed by darkness in the middle of the night, and if she didn’t have a ride, she would have to walk her way home. Looking at him, she said, “Please wait for me, President Gardner. I’ll be back shortly.”

“Okay, go ahead.” Colton nodded, willing to be a gentleman in her eyes. Regardless of the result, the partnership between Gardner Corporation and F&M Apparel was considered secured. None could blame him for his heartlessness as he was only fulfilling his role as an opportunistic businessman.

At Anderson Residence, where the lights were still on and flickering, Nicole decidedly barged into the building. The sound of the door being pushed open was loud and clear, and it had William and Lydia, who were resting in the living room, turning their heads to her.

Nicole gazed at the two of them. Without wasting a breath, she questioned, “Is my son here?”

Lydia was taken aback for a moment before recalling Nicole’s previous words. Swiftly, she concealed the nervousness in her eyes as she scowled at her. “Why’d your son be here, psycho?!”

As Nicole was in no mood to beat around the bush with the couple, she stared at them with her eyes so resolute and repeated her question. She coldly interrogated, “Did you kidnap my son?!”

Since the Andersons had always wanted to establish a connection with the Manns, their intention back when they asked Nicole to return to the family instantly became obvious, and in no way would she allow them to use her son as a leverage against her.

“Have you gone insane, Nicole? Go be a psycho out there instead of charging into someone else’s home! Who in the world would want to kidnap that abomination you gave birth to?” Lydia dauntingly replied. In her wide-open eyes were a hint of condescension.

Forcing herself to cool down as her lips quivered, Nicole calmly added, “Just state your demand and release my son.”

“You have a son?” William, who had been remaining silent on the couch, suddenly inquired.

Nicole saw his expression, and it seemed rather genuine, as if he was actually clueless that she had a son. Is Hayden really not here?