Wife by Day, Boss by Night by Thalia Quillspeak

Chapter 11
Half an hour later, Brian strode into the Wright family estate with a stern face. Nate was in the
garden and toddled towards Brian with his chubby legs when he saw Brian approaching.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!”
Hearing Nate call out to him inflicted a feeling in Brian akin to constipation, because he felt a frustration clogging his chest with
no outlet for release.
“Daddy, you’re not home. Great–grandpa said... Daddy went to find Mommy.” Nate mumbled as he burrowed into Brian’s
embrace, latching onto one of his legs. His big doe eyes were misty with tears, stumbling over his words in a rush to explain.
Nate was missing his mom. So, when Davis casually mentioned that Brian had gone to find her. Nate took
it to heart, waiting and waiting until the sky darkened and he grew sleepy, but Brian had still not come home.
He couldn’t wait to see his mom.
Gracia followed Nate, careful not to let him fall, and approached Brian to explain softly, “The maid saw Nate wandering alone by
the base of our garden wall. I don’t know how he got here.”
Brian looked down at the little rascal. He was three years old and already plotting escapes. How impressive.
However, hearing Nate mention “Mommy,” he ultimately held back his anger, bent down, and scooped up Nate with one arm.

Gracia glanced at Brian as if sensing his intention to leave and softly suggested, “Nate just fell asleep. Why don’t you let him
spend the night here?”
Brian exchanged a look with Gracia, his expression indifferent as he replied. “No need. He’s picky about where he sleeps.”
Nate quickly piped up. “I’m sleepy.”
“Sleepy and running away from home!” Brian gave his little bottom a firm pat.
“Running away... from home?” Nate looked confused, not understanding what Brian meant.
Brian couldn’t fathom how, with Nate’s limited intellect, the boy managed to travel a dozen miles to the Wright family on his own.
Asking for an explanation would be futile. With Nate’s limited vocabulary, they’d be at it until dawn without clarity.
“Let’s go home,” he said in a low voice, brooking no argument.
Nate glanced back at Gracia, who had just told him to help her convince Brian to stay. promising to show him a picture of his
mommy if he did.
Nate tilted his little head, pondering for a while, then wrapped his arms around Brian’s neck. “Daddy. Nate doesn’t mind new
beds. Gracia smells nice. I’ll sleep with Gracia.”
Brian’s brow furrowed deeply. What? His three–year–old son had already loved to stay. beauties. That was remarkable indeed.
Gracia was inwardly anxious, but hearing Nate’s words, she softly added, “It’s okay. I don’t have classes tomorrow, and I’m free
from filming and appearances for a while.”
Brian looked up at her, catching the subtext in her words, Gracia was ambitious, and he knew that well.

Two major movie roles a year, courtesy of Davis, made her the envy of the entertainment Industry. No other female star her age
had leading men playing second fiddle to her, yet she was still not satisfied.
Brian wouldn’t have tolerated her presence If it weren’t for her otherwise compliant and sensible nature.
After some silence, he murmured, “The financial issues at the Wright family are under control. Grandpa will handle it.”
Gracia felt a weight lift off her chest, realizing that the Howard family was already dealing with the Wright family’s financial
scandal. BrightWright Entertainment relied on her as its face, with the newcomers not yet making a mark. It was crucial to avoid
any mishaps. The pressure on her was immense.
As she breathed a sigh of rellet, Brian turned and walked away, clearly not intending to stay the night.
Suddenly, Gracia remembered something else and hurried after him, calling. “Brian, it’s so late...”
The near–miss with Nate had already soured Brian’s mood, and Gracia’s uncharacteristic clinginess only added to his irritation.
He turned, giving her a hard look, and pulled a small, elegant box from his pocket, tossing it into her arms. “Almost forgot. It’s for
you.”
With that, he left the Wright family with Nate in his arms, not looking back.
Gracia barely caught the box, and Brian had already driven off when she secured it.
“What did he give you?” Lydia emerged from behind, immediately taking the box from her hands and opening it to peek inside.
“Oh my...” Lydia gasped in awe.
Chapter 12
Chapter 12