The Day I Kissed An Older Man novel Chapter 1862

Anya was not pleased with the uncooperative Joey, who was in the cage. Her smile disappeared as she grew irritated. "I'm going to count to three. If you still won't look at me, I'm going to be very mad! One… Two…"

Before she could say 'three', Joey forced himself to raise his head and look at Anya timidly.

Anya was Joey's worst nightmare. She would always take out her anger on him whenever she felt unhappy. Although he could not remember every detail as he was a toddler back then, the mere sight of her could make his blood run cold. This horrible woman had instilled an instinctual fear in him.

When Joey finally looked at her, Anya put her friendly smile back on. She reached into the cage to stroke Joey's head. "Good boy. Who's the good boy? You are! Joey is Mommy's good boy!"

Her touch gave Joey the chills. He was downright terrified that she would suddenly strangle him to death.

"Joey, why are you looking at Mommy like that? Don't you miss me?" asked Anya with a smile.

Joey's reddened eyes welled up with tears of terror. He dared not say a word, let alone move an inch.

Apparently, his reaction enraged Anya again. She lost her temper and yanked Joey's hair. "Hey, I was talking to you! Did you miss me or not? Answer me!"

Her hoarse voice was a terror to the mind, and Joey began to silently cry. 'I'm scared! Mommy, where are you? Come quick… Save me!'

Joey kept thinking of Corinne. He tried his best not to cry, but—being a child after all—he could not hold it any longer and started bawling uncontrollably. "Mommy… Mommy…"