I Stepped Aside for Her, Now They Beg My Forgiveness Every Night Chapter 153: A Woman Won’t Be Good Unless You Sleep With Her

"Noelle?"

Tristan Lawson waited outside for a while. Not hearing the sound of the shower, he grew concerned. It was too quiet in the bathroom. A high fever could easily return, and he worried Noelle Sutton’s would spike again.

"Noelle, why is it so quiet?"

Noelle Sutton quickly turned on the shower.

When the sound of running water drifted out, Tristan Lawson finally stopped knocking.

Noelle Sutton sent another ssage to Wyatt Yates.

[I know you an well, but do you really think Tristan Lawson will go easy on the Yates Family just because you left? He won’t. I can handle this myself, I really can. I have to go. Don’t do anything rash, and don’t contact for the ti being. I’ll get in touch when I have the chance.]

After sending the ssage, Noelle Sutton deleted her entire chat history with Wyatt Yates.

She put down her phone and finally went to take a shower.

The sound of the rushing water from the bathroom made Tristan Lawson’s imagination run wild.

The scene from the hospital earlier today involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

She was so alluring.

He’d thought he had strong self-control, but ever since touching her, he simply couldn’t restrain himself, reaching a point of near-total abandon.

So much so that she had quickly beco pregnant with Joshua Lawson.

He had known since childhood not to overindulge.

His work often required him to travel, which gave him a chance to cool off and curb his addiction to her.

However, every ti he returned ho, he still found it hard to control himself.

This ti, he had truly held back for too long.

The arrow was nocked and waiting to be fired.

Tonight, no matter what, he had to have her.

’Won won’t be ta until you take them to bed.’

’Noelle Sutton was a pri example.’

Fresh from her shower, Noelle Sutton knew that if Tristan Lawson was determined to force himself on her, she probably couldn’t find any more reasons to refuse or resist him.

She picked up her phone and finally accepted Sophie Hughes’s friend request.

A WeChat ssage popped up on Sophie Hughes’s phone.

She was surprised to see that Noelle Sutton had accepted her request.

She sent back a question mark.

Noelle Sutton replied.

[Tristan Lawson is waiting outside my bathroom. If you don’t want anything to happen between us, find a way to get him away from here.]

When Sophie Hughes saw this ssage, she nearly ground her teeth to dust.

But she couldn’t refuse Noelle Sutton.

After sending the ssage, Noelle Sutton stepped out of the bathroom.

The mont she opened the door, Tristan Lawson strode in.

Gazing at her skin, supple and dewy from the warmth of the shower, he grabbed her slender waist and pinned her against the wall.

The bathroom was filled with steam, fueling the man’s rising desire.

His handso face drew closer to Noelle Sutton’s. Just as his lips were about to press against hers, a few knocks sounded at the door.

Tristan Lawson’s expression soured with impatience.

Then, Sophie Hughes’s voice drifted in.

"Tristan, I almost forgot sothing important. Today is the anniversary of your mother’s death. Do you want to go to The Orchidelle?"

Tristan Lawson’s warm hand suddenly left Noelle Sutton’s waist.

He had been so busy dealing with matters between him and Noelle Sutton these past few days that he had completely forgotten the anniversary of his mother’s death.

He tipped Noelle Sutton’s chin up. "Be good and wait for at ho. Otherwise, you know the consequences. Hmm?"

Even his threatening tone was gentle and pleasant.

With that, Tristan Lawson captured her lips, kissing her deeply for a long mont before reluctantly pulling away.

A glistening thread of saliva stretched between their lips as they parted.

When it snapped, it clung to the corner of Noelle Sutton’s lips.

The man’s thumb gently wiped the moisture from her lips before he turned and walked out of the bathroom.

Noelle Sutton walked impassively to the sink, squeezed toothpaste onto her brush, and began to ticulously brush her teeth.

Before long, the sound of a car engine starting ca from outside.

Noelle Sutton ca out after brushing her teeth.

Joshua Lawson was standing in her room, his little face etched with resentnt as he looked at her.

She gave Joshua a cool glance, walked over to the sitting area, poured herself a glass of milk, opened her laptop, and began reading the script Smith had sent her.

She had absolutely no intention of paying him any mind.

Joshua found this absolutely unbelievable.

He had taken the initiative to co to his mother’s room, yet she was treating him like he was invisible!

He stomped angrily over to Noelle Sutton’s side and slamd her laptop shut.

"Mom, why are you ignoring ?"

Only then did Noelle Sutton slowly raise her eyes to et Joshua Lawson’s furious gaze.

’Why should I pay him any mind?’

’He’s the one who decided he didn’t want as a mother anymore.’

Joshua demanded, "Why did you embarrass at the paper-cutting competition? I’m your son! Did you want to see humiliated in front of everyone?"

"Why can’t you be nice to like Sophie is? You never used to be like this! Why have you beco so unreasonable lately!"

"And another thing! You and Dad have been married for years—I an, look how old I am! Don’t you think it’s embarrassing to have a wedding now?"

Joshua poured out all his grievances in one breath.

Noelle Sutton no longer cared about anything related to Tristan Lawson. They were two separate individuals.

Once their marriage was over, they could beco complete strangers.

But Joshua was different.

He was the child she had carried for ten months. He was her own flesh and blood!

A mother-son relationship was eternal.

Even if she divorced Tristan Lawson, she and Joshua would still be mother and son—a bond that could never be broken.

Even if they were to sever their relationship, that blood tie would never disappear.

Disappointed, Noelle Sutton raised a hand. "If you hadn’t deceived anyone, how could you have lost face? A person of high moral character, one who truly understands the image of a lamb kneeling to suckle or a crow feeding its parents, will only earn the praise and respect of others. Tell , are you such a person?"

Joshua was rendered speechless by her question.

His cheeks puffed with anger and the rims of his eyes turned red. Finally, unable to hold back, he roared, "It’s all because you were a mute! If you hadn’t been a mute, why would I have let Sophie pretend to be my mom? Did you ever think about my feelings?"

SLAP—

Noelle Sutton slapped Joshua across the face, her hand moving with anger and resolution. "A dog is loyal to its ho no matter how poor, and a son should not be ashad of his mother, no matter her flaws! You can create a paper cutting of a lamb kneeling for its mother’s milk, yet you look down on for having been a mute? What right do you have to win any award? What right do you have to talk about saving face? Is this what you wanted? To get so fleeting, false praise by claiming a fake mother?"

Joshua clutched his stinging cheek, growing even angrier. He didn’t think he was wrong at all.

"You’re just saying that because you’re jealous of Sophie! I’m never speaking to you again! I hate you!"

Crying, Joshua ran out without a backward glance.

"Young Master, where are you going?"

Mrs. Miller chased after him in a panic, managing to stop Joshua at the front gate.

"Young Master, it’s already dark out. A child like you can’t just run around everywhere. Co back inside."

"Let go of ! Let go!"

Joshua struggled, and Mrs. Miller, afraid she might hurt him, had to let go.

Joshua took out his watch phone and called Tristan Lawson. When there was no answer, he called Tessa Lawson.

As soon as the call connected, he burst into tears. "Auntie, Mommy hit ..."