"Daddy, what are you talking about, of course not..." Little Molly shook her head, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes glistening with tears.
"Molly wants Auntie Skye to be her mother, Auntie Skye doesn’t know yet..."
She fell asleep in Auntie Skye’s arms, sleeping so comfortably.
All warm all over, surrounded by the pleasant scent of Auntie Skye, very comforting and reassuring.
Unfortunately, when she woke up, Auntie Skye was long gone.
The little lad was still upset, not even knowing the na of the fragrant aunt, luckily Daddy told her.
"Molly doesn’t care, if Daddy doesn’t bring Auntie Skye ho to be Molly’s mommy, Molly won’t go ho!"
Molly Wellington saw Dylan Wellington hadn’t responded for a while and puffed up her cheeks, sitting on the ground with tearful eyes.
She was used to being willful and spoiled, if adults couldn’t et her demands, she’d sit on the ground, whining and rolling around.
Dylan Wellington couldn’t bear his daughter’s crying.
His mind flashed again with the image of the woman nad Skye Brown, whom he’d just had pinned on the table, biting her lip, struggling to control, yet blushing all over.
The displeasure caused by Skye approaching Molly slightly dissipated.
With seductive eyes dimd, Dylan Wellington said in a deep voice, "Fine, Daddy promises you, let that woman be your mommy."
Little Molly imdiately broke into a smile upon hearing this.
"Yay, thank you Daddy, Molly also has a mommy now... Molly is so happy..."
*
That night, Skye Brown ran out of Dylan Wellington’s room and went directly back to her room to pack her things.
She hadn’t bought a house in A City, originally living long-term in the hotel provided by Lily as an employee of the Gray family.
But after tonight’s incident, Skye Brown decided to move out of the hotel.
The hotel was too easy to encounter people she shouldn’t, and Dylan Wellington, being familiar with Aidan Lucas, had convenient access to both the King’s Palace Hotel and the Reddington Hotel.
Skye packed so luggage simply and randomly moved to another hotel for one night.
Early the next morning, she got up to find a place.
With yesterday’s issue in the production team, today’s work started late as well.
Skye spent two hours with the agent viewing several places, and soon found one that t her requirents and satisfied her.
The apartnt was very nice, simply and comfortably decorated, a luxury condominium in a high-end complex.
The most important was the excellent security, with only two units per floor, access requiring elevator card swipe, otherwise, it’s not operable.
There was also security on the ground floor, inspecting entrants and exits, all strangers needing to register their visit and only being allowed to pass after checking with the owner.
Skye t with the landlord and learned that living opposite her was an elderly couple, very nice and helpful, anyti anything happened, everyone could help each other out.
The living environnt was safe and comfortable, with easygoing neighbors, Skye couldn’t be more satisfied.
Thinking she still had three films to shoot in A City, even though the rent was a bit pricey, Skye gritted her teeth and signed a two-year contract.
Signing at once ant she didn’t have to worry about the landlord raising the price.
The only tricky part for Skye was the landlord required the rent to be paid yearly at once.
This ant once confird, the one year’s rent had to be paid.
The rent in this location wasn’t cheap, but thinking about the risk of constantly running into Dylan Wellington at the hotel, Skye still paid up and briskly signed the contract.
*
With the rental settled, Skye promptly hurried to the production set.
After Sasha Hammond’s strike yesterday, Skye originally planned to shoot first the scenes of male lead Norman York and the others once she reached the production set today.
She had already planned that the heroine might have to be replaced.
Otherwise, should Sasha Hammond stay, she’d insist on having Dylan Wellington oust her.
Who knew, upon reaching the set, nothing she expected happened.
Sasha Hammond seed to have beco a different person, no longer pulling a diva act, nor ntioning the strike, and she had even gotten her makeup ready early, just waiting for Skye to start filming.
And the firing by Dylan Wellington that Skye had anticipated hadn’t occurred.
As if everything yesterday was just her illusion, nothing actually happened.
Skye suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and began arranging the following filming in an orderly manner.
At this mont, Norman York, dressed in the emperor’s usual attire, suddenly appeared.
"Director Brown..." A man’s, deep yet nonchalant voice sounded from behind Skye.
[Got things tonight, wrote this during lunch break, update’s done first, still tomorrow afternoon at 6:00, kisses~]
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