My Wife Is A Masquerade Master

Chapter 18

Madison was so nervous that she didn’t know how to

o answer.

Faced with Neville’s aggressive demeanor, she suddenly smiled. “Neville, he is your son.”

Neville suddenly pinched her chin, his eyes filled with coldness. “Do you think I’m easy to deceive, or do you think you have the qualifications to bear the heir of the Preston family!”

Madison’s heart was pierced again by his words. Neville always knew how to hit her sore spots accurately.

He never cared about her, so he never allowed her to get pregnant. He usually wore a condom when they had s**.

Regina had also secretly added some drugs to her soup to prevent her from getting pregnant

Neville might not be unaware of this, and his tacit approval was a form of indulgence towards Regina

If Neville had stopped his mother doing this, Madison wouldn’t have miscarried her second child.

What she couldn’t obtain became what Alison could show off. The favored ones were always arrogant.

Madison suppressed the bitterness and unwillingness in her heart and smiled. “Since you already have an answer, why bother asking me? Or were you expecting something just now!”

Neville seemed irritated by her words. “Even if you really have my child, I won’t let him be born into this world.”

Madison had known his answer long ago, but she felt heartbroken when hearing him say it in person.

“Rest assured. Mr. Preston. I won’t bring you such troubles

As Madison was about to leave, Neville’s mocking laughter came from behind. “How pathetic can you be to be the stepmother of Ross’s b astard?”

Madison’s eyes turned red instantly, and she said slowly, “Neville, he is not a b astard“”

“You’re so protective of him before you really become his stepmother.”

Madison was so pi ssed off that she wished she could slap Neville.

Jeremy was also his son, yet Neville referred to him as a b astard.

If Jeremy found out, he would surely be devastated.

However, to avoid exposing Jeremy’s identity, Madison suppressed her anger and sorrow and gritted her teeth. “Neville, you will regret this!”

Staring at her departing figure, Neville felt inexplicably irritated.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and started smoking one after another. He had never been addicted to smoking before.

From now on, if she wants to degrade herself, I won’t bother meddling, he thought.

However, Neville felt even angrier and was unprecedentedly upset..

Madison walked out of the smoking room and was somewhat unsteady, tears uncontrollably streaming down her face.

She could endure Neville’s insults, but when he insulted Jeremy, a surge of anger and humiliation overwhelmed her.

The top priority was to endure it. After the divorce, she would take Jeremy far away from Neville.

Wiping away her tears, she returned to the private room, but Jeremy sensed that something was wrong.

Someone must have bullied Mommy! he thought.

In the past, he was helpless when someone bullied Madison, but now, if someone dared to bully her, he would teach that person a hard lesson.

While Madison was answering a call by the window, Jeremy slipped off the chair and quietly left the room.

He had smelled the scent of smoke in Madison, and upscale hotels usually had designated smoking rooms.

Mommy had just returned not long ago. That person might not have left yet, Jeremy thought.

Jeremy decided to try his luck. He followed the signs and found the smoking room. Before entering, he put the mask he had prepared on his face.

The door of the smoking room creaked open.

Jeremy peeked inside and saw a man in a black suit leaning against the wall, smoking

The man’s handsome features were half–hidden in the smoke, and his deep eyes looked cold and sullen.

What shocked Jeremy was that this man looked similar to him.

Neville turned his head and saw a little guy at the door. The cartoon mask covered half of Jeremy’s face, making him look cute but familiar.

Neville instinctively extinguished his cigarette and said, “Kid, this is not a place for you to come.

Jeremy knew that this man must be the one who bullied Madison.

He deliberately stood straight and pretended to look embarrassed. “Sir, do you know where the restroom is?”

“Go straight down the corridor to the east, and it’s on the left,” Neville said.

Jeremy pretended to look confused, pointing and struggling with his fingers.

Neville found it somewhat amusing. How could a child recognize directions?

“Shall I take you there?” Neville asked.

Jeremy happily hugged his thigh and said, “Thank you.” From NôvelDrama.Org.

Neville didn’t particularly like children. He found them too noisy and doubted if he had the patience to deal with this kid.

However, for some reason, Neville didn’t find this little guy annoying at all. He even felt a strange sense of familiarity.

With his long legs, Neville walked toward the restroom with Jeremy quickly.

However, Jeremy’s legs were short, and he struggled to catch up with him. Neville found it amusing.

Neville, seemingly impatient, finally lifted Jeremy by the back of his shirt and took Jeremy with him.

Jeremy realized it was his chance. He took out what he had prepared and aimed it at Neville’s waist, giving it a squeeze.

Completely unaware of Jeremy’s antics, Neville continued walking.

Neville wanted to take the kid to the restroom and leave, but he worried that the boy might get lost. So, he patiently waited by the door.

However, Neville noticed that the passers–by pointed at him and even covered their noses as they kept a distance from him.

At this moment, a waiter approached him, saying. “Sir, would you like to change your clothes?”

Neville finally realized that something was wrong. He reached behind and indeed felt a soft lump.

Upon closer inspection, he found it was something mixed with yellow and green, resembling excrement.

Only then did Neville notice that he had been pranked by the little kid. He rushed toward the restroom in anger, shouting. “Kid, come out!”

He kicked open the cubicles one by one, only to find it empty. The last cubicle had a drawing made with the sauce, depicting a giant turtle.

Neville, who had never been fooled like this before, ordered the bodyguard, “Find that little brat!”

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