CHAPTER 46: CHAPTER 46: I WILL ABSOLUTELY NEVER MARRY THAT PLAYBOY...

Melody Parker looked at Serena, speaking with a determination that could stop hearts, "Luna, do you really plan to marry Malcom Moore?"

Serena’s hands froze in their motions, and she stood there stunned.

She put down the water glass, turned around, and looked at Melody Parker, bewildered, "Marry Malcom Moore?"

Melody Parker nodded, "Yes, that’s right, you didn’t hear wrong."

Serena immediately exploded, "Ridiculous! Impossible!"

After speaking, Serena looked at Melody Parker again and asked, "Melody, who did you hear such a joke from?"

Is it a joke?

She couldn’t see it as such.

Melody Parker looked at Serena, speaking word by word, "Your dad’s last words!"

Serena’s eyes widened, looking at Melody Parker in disbelief, "How could it be?!"

After speaking, Serena went on, "Mel, I’m timid, don’t scare me like this!"

Melody Parker looked at Serena, "Luna, all of this is true, I am not scaring you. Just before you returned, the chairman of the Morris Group came personally to propose."

Serena immediately bristled, "Damn it, he’s insane! That playboy Malcom Moore, even if handed to me, I’d find him filthy. How could I marry such a man!"

Watching her best friend in fury and listening to her evaluation of Malcom Moore, Melody Parker burst out laughing, thinking about the Malcom Moore she knew.

Though her interaction with Malcom Moore was limited to a few encounters.

Sometimes, just those few meetings are enough to understand a person’s character.

She felt that Malcom Moore’s character was relatively upright.

Melody Parker looked at Serena, sharing her thoughts.

"Luna, I have interacted with Malcom Moore a few times, and I believe he’s not so bad. Perhaps his playboy image is just a facade he deliberately shows the public, in reality, he’s not that unbearable."

"Deliberately showing the public? He’s insane!"

Serena was completely unwilling to listen to Melody Parker’s words, holding onto her own subjective views, "Melody you just came back from abroad, you don’t know, Malcom Moore the playboy, changing girlfriends like clothes, is famous in River City."

When speaking of Malcom Moore’s flirtations, Serena had endless tales to tell.

"Melody, that playboy lingers in the floral circle daily, making headlines with different models and B-list celebrities, those knowing think he’s romantic, unknowing might think he’s something like a breeding pig!"

Melody Parker held back laughter, "Luna, are you among the knowing or the unknowing?"

"Me? I belong to the unknowing, I’m not close with him. Of course, I have no desire to be familiar with such a playboy toying with women’s emotions."

Melody Parker laughed, "Maybe you misunderstood him, perhaps those are rumors fabricated by everyone?"

"So what if they’re fabricated? I have emotional cleanliness, such goods unknown how many people have handled, no way I would fancy!"

Serena poured a glass of water, drank it down, and then looked at Melody Parker, saying, "Melody, in today’s River City, there are two kings. One is the CEO of the Davies Group, Adrian Davies, who treats women as dirt, wishing to avoid them, the other is Malcom Moore who sees women as life."

Adrian Davies?

Treat women as dirt?

Sees women as beasts, wishing to avoid, how could she not have seen that?

Melody Parker sneered, having to sigh: rumors deceive, rumors deceive indeed!

Serena’s words continued, "Melody, about Malcom Moore’s despicable appearance, there are rumors in the streets: if he goes a day without touching a woman, meaning no farther than a day from women, he would directly perish. You didn’t know this, right?"

Malcom Moore sat in the office looking at files, suddenly sneezed, who the hell is cursing me?

Melody Parker finally couldn’t hold it, burst out laughing, "Luna, you’re exaggerating now, I don’t think Young Master Morris is like that!"

"Whether he’s that kind of person is unimportant, what’s important is I won’t choose such a person, nor will I have any association with him!"

Serena raised an eyebrow, "Hum, what era is this, still playing the old trick of a life-saving grace tied by marriage, anyway I won’t listen to my dad, marry that playboy Malcom Moore."

Melody Parker laughed, "Okay okay, you said you wouldn’t marry, so we won’t marry."

She wondered, if Malcom Moore heard these words, would he vomit blood and die?

Serena followed with laughter, "Right? That’s the good best friend, good sister!"

The two joked for a while, chatted about each other’s recent circumstances, after Melody Parker stayed for a meal at Serena’s home, she returned to her apartment.

The following day, when Melody Parker had free time, she would take Benjamin to school, find Serena for outings, while busy she coordinated with the Davies Group for the shooting of the second phase of the advertisement, life was passing calmly.

In calm life, days naturally pass quickly.

Whether life is calm or challenging, whether you wish it or not, it continues daily.

On this day in River City, the sky drizzled with fine rain.

Under the steady drizzle, Melody Parker held flowers, dressed in black, heading to the cemetery.

Today was the memorial day of her mother, Una Sutcliffe, and similarly, it was also Melody Parker’s birthday.

Twenty-three years ago today, Una Sutcliffe endured nine deaths to give birth to her.

And her birth was the beginning of Una Sutcliffe’s disaster.

So for many years, I refused to celebrate birthdays.

She was born with a strange fragrance, labeled as a monster or freak by outsiders, a creature that would bring misfortune to the family.

As soon as she was born, and before she could perceive this beautiful world, Grandpa from the Parker family—Maxwell Parker’s father, her stubborn Grandpa, ordered her fragrant-smelling newborn to be discarded.

His discarding was not handing her to someone to raise, nor leaving her on the streets to fend for herself, but throwing her into the cold sea.

Yes, that man she called Grandpa, wanted people to plunge her into the sea, to drown her alive as a young baby in swaddling clothes.

As soon as she had given birth, needing rest, Una Sutcliffe heard this news and rushed out immediately.

She exerted all her strength, finally snatching her child back from the hands of the bodyguards, but inadvertently fell down the stairs.

Melody Parker was still young at that time, a naive baby in swaddling clothes understanding nothing.

She opened wide eyes, observing this strange world.

Unaware that her mother, using all her might to hold her and protect her from any external harm, was bleeding profusely.

The bright red, piercing blood flowed from Una Sutcliffe’s forehead, slowly staining the entire ground, gradually coagulating.

Una seemed oblivious to the pain, holding her child until losing the final instinct to breathe.