Skye Brown looked at the two bright red marriage certificates on the tea table, murmuring to herself, "No, it can’t be... How could you be willing to get married... You... You hate it the most... How could you..."
He’s Dylan Wellington.
The very Dylan Wellington who wouldn’t even consider getting married even if he were to break up!
He is anti-marriage, a man who could never accept being tied down by matrimony for a lifeti.
He loved her so deeply back then, yet he wouldn’t marry her—so why now, having lost his mory and his past love for her, are there suddenly two marriage certificates?
Skye Brown’s world collapsed, her heart deeply shaken.
The love and marriage she once longed for so much—when she’d already given up on wanting it, it unexpectedly appeared before her effortlessly.
It was as if she rely had to reach out and grab it.
Skye Brown slowly, slowly blinked her eyes.
Blinked again...
Only when she reacted did she realize tears were sliding down the corners of her eyes.
"Ha... moved to tears already?" Dylan Wellington curled his lips, his mouth forming a mocking smile.
He picked up a little red booklet and stuffed it into Skye Brown’s hand.
"Look closely at what’s written on it. Daisy will co over soon to tell you about our ’love story.’ There’s an event tonight; dress up well this afternoon so you can accompany as Mrs. Wellington."
As Dylan Wellington finished speaking, he looked up, just in ti to see Molly Wellington’s little figure walking over.
Following her was an elderly servant, wearing an apron, holding a bowl of hot porridge.
"Daddy, Mommy... Are you playing kissy-kissy?" Molly ran over, seeing Dylan Wellington ’holding down’ Skye Brown, her little almond-shaped eyes sparkling.
Skye Brown quickly turned away, wiping away her tears.
All thoughts of rejecting Dylan Wellington were interrupted by Molly’s arrival.
No matter the turmoil in her heart, she wouldn’t show it in front of Molly.
Molly is a sensible child, exceptionally sensitive.
Skye Brown could see Molly’s desire to bring her and Dylan Wellington together; no matter how much she hates Dylan Wellington now, she wouldn’t argue with him in front of Molly.
Dylan Wellington let go of Skye Brown and caught Molly running toward him: "Yes, Mommy is so pretty, Daddy couldn’t help but give her a kiss."
"Then... then Molly wants to kiss Mommy too, Daddy can’t hog all the fun." Saying so, Molly freed herself from Dylan Wellington’s embrace and ran to sit beside Skye Brown.
"Mwah, mwah," Molly planted two sweet kisses on Skye Brown’s face.
The little girl’s lips were so soft, kissing gently on Skye Brown’s cheeks.
For a mont, the unrest and anger in Skye Brown’s heart were soothed by her daughter’s tender kiss.
"Young Lady, have so porridge." The elderly servant placed the porridge down, calling Skye Brown respectfully.
Only then did Molly let go of Skye Brown, holding her hand as they went to the dining table.
"Mommy, it’s savory seafood oatal, the chef said it’s made with chicken soup."
Skye Brown sat down as Molly snuggled up to her, while Dylan Wellington remained seated on the sofa, watching them as mother and daughter with a profound gaze.
"Oh..." As the lid was opened, Molly exclaid, "It seems to be missing scallion garnish."
In Molly’s impression, adults seed to like adding scallion garnish to their porridge.
"The Young Lady doesn’t like to eat scallions, so none were added," the elderly servant standing nearby remarked without thinking.
Right after saying it, they suddenly realized sothing and quickly covered their mouth.
However, the words were still heard by both Skye Brown and Dylan Wellington.
Skye Brown raised her eyes in surprise, eting the elderly servant’s gaze and vaguely rembering the ti a few years ago when she lived with Dylan Wellington.
Back then... it seed it was this elderly servant who took care of her...
So, did she recognize her?
[This is all for today, update completed. See you tomorrow night at 6:00]
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