The Three Little Guardian Angels
Chapter 843

Chapter 843

Maisie leaned on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him. “I'm sorry, darling. I was wrong."

"You were wrong? What have you done wrong?" Nolan replied nonchalantly, allowing her to hug him.

"... I shouldn't come home late, and I shouldn't make my husband wait for me in our house alone," Maisie whispered into his ear. Her eyes were misted over, and she looked alluring.

However, Nolan remained calm and impassive. There was no expression on his face, and he seemed rather unaffected.

Just when Maisie was going to kiss him, he turned his head sideways. He pinched her cheek with his hand and said exasperatingly, "Zee, you can't expect me to forgive you after you offer yourself to me every time you make a mistake."

This was the first time Maisie felt defeated.

Nolan pushed her away, rose to his feet, and walked away.

Maisie followed after him and asked, "Where are you going?"

He opened the door and replied, "I'm going to the study room.

Maisie kicked the slippers off her feet and ran up to him with her bare feet. She stood in front of him, blocking his way, and said," No. 1 don't allow it."

She followed everywhere Nolan went. He lowered his head to look at the woman in front of him and narrowed his eyes. "You don't allow me to go to the study room?" "No. You can't go to the study room," Maisie replied with her lips pouting.

He stood in front of her and asked, "Give me a reason."

Maisie knew Nolan was really angry this time. He had regained his memory, so the trick she always used on the amnesiac Nolan wouldn't work on him right now.

She tugged at his sleeve softly and said, "I was with Barbara just now. That's why I came home so late."

He frowned. "And?"

'And?'

Maisie met his inquisitive gaze and immediately understood what he was trying to say.

I took over Glitz?" Nolan chuckled. "So, you were not going to tell me if I didn't ask you, Ms. Vanderbilt?"

Maisie bit her lips, and she did not know what to say.

Nolan pushed her away and walked into the study room decisively. He closed the door, causing the last ray of light to disappear from the corridor.

Both of them stayed up all night.

At the restaurant... "You, a married and pretty woman, took over Glitz behind Mr. Goldmann's back. Honestly, if I were Mr. Goldmann, I wouldn't want to talk to you either."

"Can you stop making fun of me, please?" Maisie said as she rubbed the center of her forehead. There were two dark circles around her eyes.

It was her fault for not telling Nolan about it. However, lan had given Glitz to her because he did not want it to fall into the wrong hands. She was just going to take over Glitz temporarily. After all, he wanted to give Glitz to Barbara. It was just that Barbara had never been engaged in business, and he was worried that other people would take advantage of her.

Besides, he had brought up Glitz by himself. It was his pride and joy. Since he couldn't replace a suitable candidate, he gave it to Maisie in the end.

Louis took a sip from the soup and said, " There are too many dangerous people in the club. Mr. Goldmann is just worried about you."

Maisie was momentarily stunned before replying, "I know... But I'm not good at explaining..."

It was true that she was never good at explaining. Therefore, even if someone misunderstood her, she wouldn't try to explain herself. "If you don't explain to him, how is he going to know what is in your mind?" Maisie was stunned again after she heard what Louis said.

Then, he continued calmly. "Although both of you trust each other, you keep wanting him to read your mind, and he indeed tries his best to understand what is in your mind, but the problem is, you don't understand him. As time goes by, men will just give up."

Maisie's eyelashes fluttered.

Both Nolan and she had gone through a lot of things, so she thought their minds were in sync. After all, they could know what was on each other's minds just by looking at each other.

However, it was only now that she realized that was not the real case. It was Nolan who always tried to read her mind and understand her.

He could instantly know what she was thinking by just looking at her eyes. Just how well did he know her for him to be able to do this?