Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 3 We Look Exactly Alike!

One could tell at a glance that the man wasn’t to be messed with, for he had a commanding presence. Still, Nicole straightened her back nonetheless and took a step forward, blocking his path. “Hey, you! Were you the one who bullied my son?” Since the man was very tall, she only reached the height of his shoulders despite standing on high heels, which somehow made her feel somewhat weaker.

Upon hearing Nicole’s voice, Colton turned to look at her. The woman had dazzling features, but her palm-sized face had fury written all over it. Holding her small chin high, she looked wild and intractable. However, Colton was slightly lost in thought when he caught a whiff of the barely noticeable scent on her. This scent… It feels somewhat familiar…

Suddenly, a child’s sobbing voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “Mom, it was him!”

A flicker of scorn flashed across Colton’s eyes, which were as deep and fathomless as a frozen pond, when he saw the boy clinging onto Nicole’s trouser leg. Women nowadays are getting craftier than one another in terms of tricks in order to get close to me. To think that this woman is able to find a kid who looks so much like me! If it weren’t for me being certain about Queenie being the only woman I’ve ever touched, I would’ve suspected him of being my son…

“Apologize to my son, mister!” Nicole demanded, holding her head high while trying hard not to appear timid. “Don’t you feel ashamed of bullying such a little kid as an adult man?”

a barrel of well-matured wine. “Didn’t he tell

sided with her son. “Tell me then—what did my son do to make you bully him like

let out a cold snort before lifting

damp patch on the hem of his trouser leg. Could this be… A bad feeling arose in her gut. As she lifted her son up from her feet, her throat felt somewhat dry.

I just peed on him

and she rubbed her nose in embarrassment. Will it be too late for me to start apologizing now? Why didn’t this little rascal tell me sooner about it after doing something wrong? “I’m sorry,” she said apologetically with a complete reversal in attitude while looking down at the man’s trouser legs. The man’s clothes were unbranded, but she could tell from the fabric

disgusting and obsequious ways of chatting someone up. He interrupted Nicole coldly, saying, “Just manage your child so that he won’t call any man whom he came across ‘Dad.’ Such a way of chatting someone up is really old-fashioned. And besides…” He paused for a moment before continuing in a voice as cold as a deep pond that had existed for 1,000 years, “There’s no way you can compensate for my clothes.”

so charming to the extent where women would throw themselves at him on sight, is

with a hurt look in his