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My Wife is a Hacker novel (Nicole)

Chapter 2562
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Chapter 2562

"Mommy, hurry up! Aunt Tia is waiting for us," Nolan urged.

"Alright, let's go."

Once they left the house, Tia was already waiting for them. She immediately greeted them as they approached.

After getting into the car together, Lana seemed somewhat excited, taking in everything on the street as if it were

all new to her.

"Mommy, are we there yet?" Lana looked outside, seemingly unable to contain her excitement.

"We’re almost there," Tia replied, glancing outside.

Nicole gave Tia a quick look and then shifted her gaze to Lana. Lana's gaze returned to the car window as if nothing

had happened.

Nicole smiled ever so slightly. She obviously realized Nolan and Lana's intentions. Stanley had a blind date today,

and the kids insisted on going shopping, requesting to bring Tia along. She could imagine that they would definitely

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run into Stanley later.

Sure enough, when Nolan and Lana got tired, they suggested going to a cafe for pastries.

They deliberately chose a shopping area that was close to the location of Stanley's blind date. So, they naturally

requested that the cafe they visited be the one where

Stanley was meeting his date.

Once they got in, Nolan and Lana quickly scanned the area to find Stanley. Their eyes lit up when they did.

"Uncle Stanley!" Lana walked over to Stanley's direction.

Tia's expression stiffened when she saw Stanley and his date sitting at a table. She quickly calmed herself down and

looked at Nicole.

Though Lana had gone over to Stanley, Tia knew that she could not follow Lana there and then, so she waited for

Nicole's approval.

"Let's go, Mommy!" Nolan said as he pulled Nicole and Tia toward Stanley.

"Why are you here?" Stanley was surprised to see them there.

"We came out to go shopping. We got tired, so we wanted to have some pastries. Uncle Samuel, what are you

doing here? " Lana pretended not to know and asked curiously.

Stanley felt a bit awkward. He explained after glancing at the girl sitting across from him. "Uncle Stanley is meeting

a friend here."

" A friend?" Lana seemed to notice the girl just then and greeted her with a smile. "Hello, Miss."

"Hello," the lady greeted back with a smile, charmed by Lana's innocent and adorable demeanor.

"Nolan, Lana, let's sit over here." Nicole called Nolan and Lana over to the table next to Stanley's and reminded

them,"

Don't disturb Uncle Stanley."

"Okay," Nolan agreed, pushing Tia closer to where Stanley was sitting. "Aunt Tia, you sit here!"

Tia felt a bit awkward as she replied, "Alright."

Once seated, Tia kept her head down, even her breathing seemed cautious as she tried to make herself as

inconspicuous as possible.

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"Aunt Tia, would you like coffee or juice?"

"Aunt Tia, would you like some pastries?"

"Aunt Tia..."

The voices of the two kids kept echoing throughout the cafe. 'Auntie Tia' was a name that was lingering in

everyone's ears, making it impossible to ignore.

Stanley was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. After enduring it for some time, he finally could not take it any

longer and suggested, "I have something to attend to suddenly, so I'll excuse myself."

"Alright, are we... meeting again?" the girl asked nicely.

Stanley hesitated for a moment. He looked at the girl with a complicated expression as he was unsure how to

respond.

The girl bit her lip and could only respond somewhat sadly," Then you can leave for now. I'll leave later."

"Goodbye," Stanley said. He paid the bill and hurriedly left without even saying goodbye to Nicole and the others.

Nicole was amused as she watched Stanley's retreating figure. Nolan and Lana exchanged triumphant glances,

while Tia appeared somewhat lost, gazing at Stanley's departing back melancholically.