The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 27

Lester knew his mother’s temperament all too well—and he was well aware of how much she despised Naomi and her mom. Right now, the only thing that mattered was keeping her calm.

“Mom, you’re overthinking. There’s no way anything will ever happen between me and Naomi. But it’s even less likely with the Green family’s eldest daughter.”

Althea’s expression eased a little. As long as Lester had no feelings for that scheming girl, she could work with the rest.

“Feelings can be nurtured over time, you know. Look at your father and me—we started out the same way.”

Lester met her gaze, a flicker of irony in his eyes. If feelings could really be forced, he thought, then wouldn’t they have ended up with more than just one son?

“Lester, you’re my son. I would never steer you wrong. Just trust me on this, all right?” Althea coaxed him gently, her intentions obvious—she was determined to match him with Ms. Green.

Lester dodged, changing the subject. “There’s still work at the office that needs my attention. I’ll be in the study.”

He didn’t bother to listen to whatever Althea called after him, only picked up his pace and left her behind.

……

A few days passed. On the surface, the Quigley estate seemed tranquil, but beneath it all, trouble was brewing.

Suddenly, a scream rang out from a fourth-floor bedroom, making Horace, who was sitting in the upstairs lounge, jump to his feet. He didn’t even bother knocking; he pushed the door open and rushed inside.

There on the bed, Lindsay was straddling Yves, her hands pressed to his shoulders. If they hadn’t both been fully clothed, the scene might have given anyone the wrong idea.

Horace flushed, cleared his throat against his fist, and tried to steady himself. “Ms. Nelson?”

Lindsay scrambled off Yves, pointing at him in excitement. “Horace, he opened his eyes just now! He’s going to wake up soon, I know it!”

Looks like last night’s medication had worked wonders on Yves—or maybe it was her second chance at life, the butterfly effect nudging fate and waking Yves earlier than expected.

Horace hurried over to check. He studied Yves carefully, then took his pulse. It was strong and steady—so much better than before.

It really did seem like Yves would recover ahead of schedule.

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