Millionaire In Love With Me

“Don’t worry too much about me.” Morris hand gently smoothed her dark hair, and his heart was filled with a parting feeling of reluctance.

Afterwards, the two of them snuggled up to each other, and no one spoke.

Outside the window, a gloomy, early in the morning to give people a sense of black clouds oppression.

This day, only afraid that there will be a storm.

The two people have not seen each other for a long time, together inevitably sleepy, so much so that after getting up is already 10:30 am.

“You two still want to get up?”

In the living room, Margarita Jones smacked her lips when she saw the two come down, “I thought you guys didn’t want to get up in order to fight for your pregnancy.” She leaned back on the couch with little Princess Yilia in her arms, giggling with delight as she teased the little one.

“No boyfriend, envious?” Vivian teased Margarita Jones nonchalantly, walking over to sit beside her, “Yilia, come on, Mommy’s holding.” She took little Yilia from Margarita Jones’ arms and gave her a kiss on the cheek, “Did you miss Mommy?”

“Geez, you’re taking away my love.” Margarita Jones gave Vivian a blank look, “I’ll go hold Yves,” she said, she got up and went to Anika, “Auntie, come on, let me hold her for a while.”

Anika and Lincoln have been getting along with Margarita Jones for a while, and they both like Margarita Jones’ lively and straightforward personality, and they always feel that she is quite similar to their daughter.

The couple is very fond of Margarita Jones’ personality, and they think she is quite similar to their daughter.

But just as Margarita Jones leaned over to hug Yves, Madame Cheal suddenly ran over, “Get up, get up, I can only hold my grandson myself.” She took Yves from Anika and whispered, “Little Morris, do you miss your grandmother? You little brat, grow up quickly.”

Madame Cheal’s Alzheimer’s disease returned and mistook Yves for Morris as a child.

Several people looked at the usually dignified Madame Cheal, could not stop a soft sigh, more helpless and heartbroken.

Morris walked towards Madame Cheal, “Here, give me the baby.”

He was worried that Madame Cheal could not hold Yves steady and would let the little one get hurt.

Madame Cheal saw him coming, first stunned, then her eyes were red, holding the child with one hand and slapping Morris on the chest with the other, “You ungrateful son still know to come back? The first thing you need to do is to take a look at the website. How could I have given birth to such a heartless thing like you, and suffered Morris the child. I’ll kill you, kill you!”

Madame Cheal mistook Morris for Maddox Cheal, but between the lines, it was easy to hear Madame Cheal’s love and affection for Morris.

This scene is a heartbreaking look at the crowd.

Especially Morris, although he is not good at words, but his heart feels most ashamed of Madame Cheal, but that a feeling but do not know how to express.

“I’m here, and will never leave again.” Morris said while carefully carrying Yves away from Madame Cheal’s arms.

“Oooh …” Madame Cheal hugged Morris, “no more good, no more good ah, mom can not let you ah Maddox, oooh… …”

It is probably because of Maddox Cheal’s appearance that Madame Cheal has been emotionally unstable lately, hugging Morris and bawling her eyes out.

This scene made Lincoln and Anika couple look at the nostrils, very heartbroken.

“Ugh, Madame Cheal is so pathetic.” Margarita Jones sat next to Vivian with her head resting on her shoulder, “Will I be like this when I’m old?”

“No.” Vivian replied dryly.

“Who said so.” She let out a long sigh, “Promise me that if I am ever like Madame Cheal, I will trouble you to send me to the Crypt.”Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“And!” She then added, “If I die, send my ashes back to the Hermitage to Martin Baron.