"Mother, move a bit, look at Molly... Mother..." Little Molly gently shook Skye Brown a few tis.
The anxious voice of her daughter was ringing in her ears, and it was only then that Skye Brown suddenly awoke.
"Ah... Molly, I..."
"Mother, Daddy said we should go ho together. Mother, let’s go quickly!" Little Molly looked up, offering Skye Brown a big smile.
The crystal-clear, bright almond-shaped eyes, which were strikingly similar to Skye Brown’s, sparkled with little stars.
Skye Brown was slightly surprised, "I... wait Molly, I still haven’t figured this out..."
What does Dylan Wellington an exactly?
Skye Brown’s mind was utterly confused.
They clearly had a fight — that arrogant man, actually called her goods and rchandise, and insisted she abide by the deal.
She couldn’t bear it and hung up his call, even blocked him in a fit of pique.
In Skye Brown’s view, even if Dylan Wellington had loved her deeply before losing his mory, the current Dylan Wellington is a man without mory, not recalling that love.
She snapped at him very publicly, and hung up the phone.
From her understanding of Dylan Wellington, this man certainly wouldn’t voluntarily contact her again.
He might even drag her into a blacklist forever.
He would hold a press conference to resolve his troubles directly, would say such shocking words, would appear directly like this, all of which were beyond Skye Brown’s expectations!
No, it’s too confusing, Skye Brown needs to figure this out.
But at this mont, the man standing at the door strode directly towards Skye Brown.
Dylan Wellington stretched his long arm, before Skye Brown could react, he hugged her waist and pulled her into his embrace.
"You... wait Dylan Wellington, you..." Skye Brown instinctively raised her hands against him, trying to stop.
"Mrs. Wellington, you’ve had enough fun outside all these years, it’s ti to co ho. Be good, don’t cause trouble with Mr. Wellington, we’ll talk about everything once we’re ho." Dylan Wellington’s large hand tightened on Skye Brown’s waist.
It was a stronger restraint, also a kind of warning or reminder.
Skye Brown sensed there was more to Dylan Wellington’s words, and she suddenly squinted her eyes, wanting to confirm with him.
But then Little Molly’s sweet, innocent voice ca, "Oh, that’s great! Mommy and Daddy made up... When mommy and daddy are together, Molly wants to be loving with you too!"
The little lad’s voice was filled with too much joy, Dylan Wellington reached out to tousle Molly, slightly bent down, and lifted Little Molly up with one hand.
Thus, his right hand holding ’his beloved wife’, his left hand carrying his adorable daughter.
The three stood together, looking like a happily blissful family of three.
All of Skye Brown’s doubts and resistance were stuck in her throat.
If Molly were not here, she wouldn’t hesitate to shake Dylan Wellington off and ask him what on earth he was playing at.
But with Molly here... she...
"Let’s go, my dear Mrs. Wellington." Dylan Wellington murmured in a husky voice and lightly bit her round earlobe.
Just like that, he held Skye Brown and carried Little Molly.
Under the escort of the bodyguard, they boldly left under the watchful eyes of everyone present.
It wasn’t until the reporters followed the image of their family of three in pursuit, that Gracie Adams and Millie left in astonishnt in the lounge.
Millie: "Oh my god, Skye has been married to Mr. Wellington since A few years ago?"
Gracie Adams: "Unbelievable, totally unbelievable — the legendary Mrs. Wellington who’s so incredibly elusive, is actually our Skye!"
Millie: "Wait a minute — so if Skye married Mr. Wellington years ago, then who gave birth to Molly?!"
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