Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 168: Sorry, I Didn’t Want to Kill Anyone!

Chapter 168: Chapter 168: Sorry, I Didn’t Want to Kill Anyone!

He just knew it.

Mark, while pouring himself another glass of wine and playing with it in hand, analyzed the current situation, "Ava Parker is well-protected by Virgil Davies. It’s not the right time to make a move. Besides, such a minor character poses no threat to the princess and might be hugely useful later on!"

Hearing Mark’s words, Irene’s voice turned colder, "Are you daring to defy the princess now? The princess wants only a servant who obeys without question! You just need to follow her orders without thinking about other matters!"

Mark’s lips curled slightly, a cold smile appearing on his handsome face, "I’m sorry, I don’t want to kill anyone."

Irene sneered at this, "Oh, don’t want to kill? Don’t you find it ridiculous to say such a thing? Don’t forget, you’re an assassin! An assassin whose name isn’t even his own!"

Currently, his identity is that of an assassin, a fact he can’t change.

Yet he still wants to strive to change that fact.

After all, he has another, unknown identity.

A bitter smile appeared on Mark’s face, "I am an assassin, but I am not an assassin who kills the innocent! Also, if the princess keeps being so willful, then there’s nothing for me to hold on to."

Irene was shocked, "You!... You want to betray us?"

Mark did not answer, but instead asked, "Irene, do you think you’re happy? What else can you do besides killing now? Apart from your impressive skills, what else do you have? You’ve been following the princess for ten years, what has she ever given you? Respect or recognition? Hmm?"

Irene: "..."

She couldn’t answer him because she simply didn’t know how to respond.

Was she happy?

Ha, she wanted to ask what happiness even is?

She had followed the princess for ten years and had always been the assassin trained by the princess.

All she could do was kill, having only commendable skills enough to save her life.

She had no idea what the princess had given her.

Respect?

Recognition?

She was merely the princess’s servant, a biting dog kept by the princess’s side.

Mark continued, "Irene, do you know? Even a servant requires at least basic respect! They can also have their dignity. Irene, you must know that the reason you’ve been able to stay by the princess’s side all these years is simply because you’re still useful. Without value or if you become an obstacle to the princess, Princess Nine will ruthlessly kick you away immediately!..."

Irene listened quietly.

After Mark’s words, only a chilling fear enveloped her whole body.

Ever since she joined the princess’s side ten years ago, her mission has been to become a great assassin, to become someone useful to the princess.

She had been dutifully honoring her mission, always striving to become a cold-blooded killer without a trace of emotion.

Her lifelong loyalty was for the princess alone.

She had never thought about receiving anything, nor had she ever thought about happiness.

She was just a cold-blooded killing machine, one that could kill anyone for the princess.

...

After saying all he wanted, Mark directly hung up the phone.

Then, he deftly took out the SIM card from the phone and tossed it into the artificial lake outside the window.

After doing all of that, Mark stood alone by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the scenery outside while sipping the wine in his glass.

However, he hadn’t looked at the scenery for long before his other phone rang.

Mark answered, and a woman’s voice came through, "Kaleb, why haven’t you come over yet?"

Hearing the woman’s words, a charming smile appeared on Mark’s face.

He set down the wine glass in his hand and, with an alluring, seductive voice, spoke to the woman on the phone, "What’s up, baby? Missing me?"

Without waiting for her response, he continued, "Hang tight, baby, I’m on my way to satisfy you."

...

In Fland, at Adrian Davies’ villa.

After running out of Adrian’s room, Melody Parker went to the adjacent room to rest.

Under the guise of resting, Melody Parker found herself lying in bed unable to sleep.

For some reason, that domineering, narcissistic man kept inexplicably appearing in her mind.

Was she really worried about him?

No, definitely not!

She only pitied him because he was sick, only looked after him reluctantly because he was the biological father of her child.

Yes, it must be like that.

But then, why did she feel heartache and anxiety seeing him sick?

Why, when near him, even in the midst of gunfire, did she inexplicably feel at ease?

And why, when he acted impulsively and willfully, did she feel angry and helpless with him?

And why did she blush?...

Knock knock knock, a knocking sound rang out, followed by Uncle Steven’s voice, "Miss, I’ve prepared breakfast. Come out and have some."

Uncle Steven’s voice successfully interrupted Melody Parker’s thoughts.

Truth be told, she indeed felt hungry.

Yesterday, in such an intense and thrilling situation, she hadn’t felt hungry, only tired.

After the shower, she had gone straight to bed and slept.

Later, because of Adrian’s illness, she had stayed in his room all night caring for him, and just thinking about it made her even hungrier.

Melody Parker got up from bed and opened the door.

Seeing Melody Parker come out, Uncle Steven smiled kindly, "Come along, Miss. The young master is already in the dining room waiting for you."

Melody Parker: "..."

Could she not go, could she eat in the room?

But on second thought, why shouldn’t she go?

It would make her look guilty, like she was avoiding someone, wouldn’t it?

With that thought, Melody Parker nodded to Uncle Steven, "Let’s go then, I’m really hungry."

Arriving at the dining room, Melody Parker immediately spotted a certain man.

Meanwhile, upon hearing the footsteps, Adrian also looked in Melody Parker’s direction.

Their eyes met.

The man’s gentle gaze fell on Melody Parker, "Melody, come have breakfast."

Melody Parker walked over and took a seat not far from the man.

Seeing the exquisite breakfast on the table, Melody Parker’s taste buds came alive and she began eating unreservedly.

The man sat there quietly, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, his eyes full of tenderness as he watched the woman enjoy her meal.

Under the man’s burning gaze, Melody Parker, who had been eating non-stop, finally paused.

She looked at the man, "Adrian Davies, why aren’t you eating your breakfast, what are you staring at me for?"

Honestly!

She wasn’t food, just looking at her wouldn’t fill him up, would it?

Besides, with him staring at her like that, how was she supposed to eat?

Adrian Davies looked at Melody Parker with doting eyes, his voice gentle, "It’s alright, you go ahead and eat."