Housewife Gone Wild by Thanddeus Embereley novel Chapter 69

hapter 69

Nathan’s words snapped me out of my thoughts. I stared at him blankly. His eyes were sincere and deep. When he looked at me, I felt like I could mess with him and get away with it.

I pushed those naughty thoughts away fast and straightened my face. “Mr. Hallman, I’m not going to cheat just because he was playing the rooster.”

Nathan burst out laughing. “Is that supposed to be funny?” Today, Jared took Tracy, who had morning sickness, to the hospital for a checkup.

I wasn’t in the mood to laugh. Nathan stopped laughing and softly said, “That’s a good way to think. Don’t punish yourself for other people’s mistakes. Just be yourself. Good things and good people will always get noticed.”

His words healed a lot of my sadness right away. “You’re not trying to hit on me, are you?” I blurted out without thinking, caught up in my emotions.

Nathan looked shocked, and then his face flushed red. A pure guy really can’t resist teasing. “Uh, I mean, I can be your friend, but I won’t cross any lines,” I said honestly.

I wanted to be friends with Nathan. Having a powerful friend who could help me get ahead sounded great. Nathan looked hurt by what I said.

He said with a deep look, “I never meant to cross the line. At first, I just wanted to get to know you.”

I smiled and said, “Aren’t we already friends now?”

“Yeah. If you want to be friends, that makes me happy.” Nathan’s gaze was warm, but I knew he had other feelings too.

Nathan changed the subject. Halfway through the meal, I suddenly remembered something more urgent. I quickly looked at Nathan. “Can you do me a favor right now?”

Seeing my serious face, Nathan nodded right away. “Sure. What is it?”

“Can you send someone to the affiliate hospital’s OB–GYN department to take some photos for me?” I said, feeling anxious.

“Okay. Whose photos?” Nathan asked.

“Jared took the company’s VP, Tracy, to the OB–GYN department,” I said flatly.

Luckily, he didn’t press me and just comforted me, saying he would tell me as soon as he heard anything. We left the restaurant around 2:30. My car was in front, and his car followed closely behind.

I had always been confident in my driving, but after about ten minutes, I bumped the car in front of me on a curve.

The driver cursed loudly and jumped out, glaring at the dented tail light I caused. I was shocked and hit my forehead on the steering wheel. Ignoring the pain, I quickly got out and apologized.

Maybe because I looked pretty, the driver stared at me for two seconds. Though angry, his attitude softened a lot. “Young lady, you must be new at this. Look what you did to my tail light. I was rushing to pick up my kid.”

My mind was a little foggy, and I said instinctively, “I’m sorry. It wasn’t on purpose. It’s my fault.”

Just then, a gentle male voice spoke behind me. “Ms. Murphy, are you okay?”

I turned and saw Nathan still behind me. I was surprised since his company was in the opposite direction. The driver immediately asked, “Are you her husband?”

“I’m her friend,” Nathan said.

“She just said it was all her fault. You don’t have a problem with that, right?” The driver pushed aggressively.