CHAPTER 310: CHAPTER 310: BABY, ARE YOU AWAKE?

The painting’s skills are obviously not very mature. Only with the painter’s whole heart’s affairs can this painting be so warm, not without highlights.

Or perhaps it’s because of the painter, that it can appear so special in Malcom Moore’s eyes.

It is very important to Malcom Moore and has a special significance.

Because of that person, in Malcom Moore’s eyes, it is far more precious than those treasures from renowned artists.

It was created by a woman’s hand, a woman who once occupied Malcom Moore’s entire life, that woman named Grace Quarters, as beautiful as a flower.

Grace Quarters, Malcom Moore’s first love.

She could be said to be all of Malcom Moore’s youthful wild dreams, a presence that drove Malcom Moore completely mad, made him sad, made him into a playboy.

The content of this painting is very simple, just the back of a boy, the back of a boy standing in front of the rushing river.

And that boy is none other than Malcom Moore today.

To please her, he braved the severe cold, coolly dressed in just a single layer, standing in front of the cold river water...

Past events cannot be recalled.

He once cherished and loved her so much, but what about her?

She left him without a backward glance, abandoned him, and vanished for six years.

Heh, since she left, then let her completely walk out of his world!

From today onwards, there will be no more her in his world!

He will sever all ties and connections with her, not leave even the slightest position for her, completely forget her, and become the most familiar stranger with her.

Malcom Moore suddenly stood up from the bed.

He walked over to the wall, took down the ink painting that had been hanging there for a long time.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Malcom Moore directly crumpled the ink painting into a ball, treating it like all garbage, and threw it into the trash can.

Then he opened the drawer, took out everything he had treasured from the past, and disposed of them the same way he did with the ink painting.

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At the Mid-hill Apartment, Melody Parker woke up naturally.

She stretched comfortably, slowly opening her eyes.

At this point, the sun was already high in the sky, and unsurprisingly the man was not by her side, he should have already gone to the company.

As for the kids, without much thought, they should have gone to school too, right?

Melody Parker sat up from the bed, looking at the sun high outside the window, and murmured softly, "Melody Parker, you’ve gone decadent!"

She didn’t want to be decadent either, but somehow she ended up living such a decadent and unmotivated life.

Since she was last sick, staying in bed had become a habit for her.

Aside from the relationship with a certain man, once she got up, she couldn’t find anything to do.

The kids didn’t need her to take them to and pick them up from school, and all the trivialities of life were well taken care of by Adrian Davies.

In terms of work, the third phase of the Davies Clan’s project had shown no progress, she had always received no notice about work.

As for some minor commercials and endorsements, a certain domineering man explicitly banned them.

So her current state was really idle.

She used to have to rush around for life, to strive for the future for her and her children.

But now, she seemed to be very content with this sense of tranquility in time.

The only flaw was that she was really afraid she’d go rusty or moldy if this continued.

With nothing to do, one’s thoughts easily scatter.

Melody Parker thought once more of her biological father, thought of her origins, and all she currently knew about the Butterfly Clan.

She didn’t know why her biological mother, Una Sutcliffe, left her father, why she left Whitehill, nor did she know what had transpired in between.

But she urgently wanted to know, wanted to understand all of the past.

Perhaps it’s time to sit down and have a good talk with Maxwell Parker.

She believed that Maxwell Parker surely knew something.

And it certainly had to do with Mommy’s past.

It’s only due to some reason that Maxwell Parker had always been hiding it, never told her.

Melody Parker got up, picked up her phone.

Seeing a WeChat notification of unread messages, Melody Parker opened the WeChat app.

There were unread message notifications for two friends’ avatars, one for Adrian Davies, the other for Neal Galan.

Melody Parker clicked into Adrian Davies’s chat interface, where there was only a simple sentence.

Adrian Davies: [Darling, are you awake?]

But just such a simple sentence gently softened Melody Parker’s eyebrows.

Her lips couldn’t help but tilt upwards, and her mood instantly lifted.

She typed a single word and sent it over.

Soft Melody: [Mmm.]

Soon, the man’s message came back.

Adrian Davies: [Alright, I’ll have Matthew prepare some food for you, remember to go down and eat later.]

"Bossy!" Melody Parker muttered, holding the phone to reply to the man.

Soft Melody: [Got it. Impatient (emoji)]

After sending it, just as Melody Parker was about to exit Adrian Davies’s chat interface, a new message came in.

There were only two words plus an emoji.

Adrian Davies: [Obedient. Pat head (emoji)]

"I’m not a child!" Melody Parker whispered happily, exiting Adrian Davies’s chat interface.

Then, she opened Neal Galan’s chat interface.

Neal: [Melody, sending you this message, just want to tell you: No matter where you are, I am your destiny in this life! Whether you choose me or not, I will guard you at all costs! Whether your happiness is from me or not, I only wish for you to be happy!...]

Seeing this long WeChat message, Melody Parker’s nose tingled, and tears immediately rolled down.

Neal is good; she knows this, and because she knows, she doesn’t know how to treat him.

Her heart isn’t under her own control; she hasn’t fallen in love with him all these years, but instead gave her heart to another man.

But given is given; she doesn’t want, nor will she lie to him.

Neal is someone she can’t let go of or ignore her whole life, whether he is her destiny or not, it’s the same.

To her, he is not just a friend, but family, the most important family.

His importance in her heart is the same as the kids.

Melody Parker wiped her tears from the corners of her eyes and dialed Neal Galan’s number.

And at this moment, Neal Galan was still in Melody Parker’s apartment in Fland.

Since returning from Y Country, he hadn’t left here.

He wanted to contact Melody Parker, but he kept hesitating.

So long without contacting her, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to, it’s that he didn’t dare.

Even knowing she won’t, he was still afraid she would blame him.

And he felt very guilty; guilty because of him, she suffered such harm.

After hesitating for a long time, writing and deleting, deleting and writing, he finally sent Melody a message.