Chapter 1905: Chapter 1917: Want the Short-Haired Auntie to Be Molly’s Mother
Molly Wellington’s hand was hitting Dylan Wellington, but her little face was buried deeply in Ian Moore’s embrace, hugging her father, crying with tearful eyes.
Breaking up with other won, Mr. Wellington was always clean and ruthless.
Yet that ruthlessness couldn’t be used on his little princess at ho.
Just after his outburst, Dylan Wellington regretted it. After all, she was his cherished little princess, who he couldn’t even bear to scold, let alone let her cry.
Dylan Wellington held the little lad and comforted her for a long ti, until Molly Wellington gradually stopped crying, her chest heaving with sobs.
“Da… Daddy… I… I… *sob*… I don’t want… a stepmother…”
“Molly wants… wants Daddy… and… and mother…”
“Alright, no stepmother. Our Molly won’t have a stepmother. Daddy promises you, absolutely not.” He never planned on getting married, Dylan Wellington is a genuine celibate.
Even Molly’s appearance was an accident.
It was just that gold-digger who no longer lingered in his mory, who took advantage.
However, unlike initial resistance.
Dylan Wellington now even thinks having a daughter is quite nice, especially a lively and adorable little rascal like Molly.
“Boo-hoo… But… but other children have mothers, every child in the kindergarten has one…”
The little one clung to Dylan Wellington’s neck, raising her red, tear-filled eyes that looked like a bunny’s.
“Molly doesn’t want a stepmother, but Daddy, can you find Molly a mother? Molly wants a mother…”
Dylan Wellington: “…”
Seeing the little lad’s red-rimd eyes, Dylan Wellington hesitated, not knowing how to answer.
Not to ntion, he also didn’t know who Molly’s mother was.
Even if he did know, he wouldn’t let Molly acknowledge her greedy, gold-digging biological mother.
A woman like that is not fit to be the mother of his little Molly.
The little lad wasn’t aware of Dylan Wellington’s thoughts, she clung to him, crying and fussing, until her cries gave Dylan Wellington a headache, and his temper was rising again.
She heard her little darling muttering through tears: “I like that short-haired auntie… she has mother’s scent. Daddy, can she be Molly’s mother? Molly wants a mother!”
In the little lad’s mind, there was no awareness of human bonds.
She didn’t know what ten-months of pregnancy ant, didn’t understand blood ties.
She only felt that anyone who could bring her warmth, comfort, and affection, was her mother.
Dylan Wellington was montarily stunned, then squinted his eyes.
With a touch of suspicion in his mischievous, seductive eyes: “Molly, the short-haired Auntie you ntioned, is it the one who just carried you back… Skye Brown?”
Molly Wellington’s little face lit up: “So her na is Skye Brown, Auntie Skye’s na is so beautiful, I really like it…”
Skye…
As the na ‘Skye’ ca out of Molly Wellington’s mouth.
A hint of puzzlent flashed through the depths of Dylan Wellington’s almond-shaped eyes.
Almost as if this na had been heard nurous tis in whispers by soone by his ear.
However, this feeling was fleeting, passing quickly, too fast to grasp.
Dylan Wellington didn’t let this small incident interrupt his thoughts, he narrowed his seductive eyes slightly, looking at the little baby in his arms with a cold and solemn expression.
He asked with gravity, word by word: “Molly, tell Daddy, who taught you to say those words just now? Is it… your so-called Auntie Skye?”
Skye Brown…
Her approach to him turned out to have a purpose.
The sudden appearance, the sudden influence on him.
And suddenly becoming special to his little darling.
This woman… Dylan Wellington looked deeply, for the first ti abandoning his carefree attitude, examining her with seriousness.
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