Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 782: You are my woman, how can you marry someone else...

Chapter 782: Chapter 782: You are my woman, how can you marry someone else...

Serena Sterling looked at the door and spoke coldly, "You should go; it’s very late now."

No one responded to her, and the knocking started again.

Listening to the incessant knocking, Serena had no choice but to reveal the visitor’s identity, "I know who you are, Young Master Morris. Is there something you need?"

No one answered. Serena spoke coldly, "Young Master Morris, regardless of how you found me here, I ask that you leave quickly. Your knocking will not only wake my daughter but also disturb the neighbors."

Serena thought that once she said that, Malcom Moore would certainly leave.

After all, in his mind, hadn’t she already married and had a daughter with someone else?

But she was wrong. Malcom Moore did not leave, and the knocking at the door grew louder, almost as if he intended to break it down.

"Open the door! If you don’t, I’ll kick it down!" The man outside sounded as if his patience had worn thin.

"..." Serena sighed helplessly, worried about waking her little angel and disturbing the neighbors, and finally opened the door.

As the door opened, Malcom Moore, who had been leaning against the door to knock, stumbled into the room.

At this moment, Malcom was soaked, rainwater still dripping from him.

Even soaked like this, clearly drenched by the rain for quite some time, it didn’t wash away the heavy, pungent smell of alcohol from Malcom.

After entering the room, Malcom steadied his stumbling posture.

His bloodshot, lifeless eyes, seemingly devoid of life, just looked at Serena, and suddenly he laughed bitterly.

Serena looked at the man before her, speechless in anger.

It turned out that his earlier departure wasn’t really leaving; he had gone to drink!

Now, he’s drunk, soaked, and has come here to knock on her door, so what does he want?

Is he trying to gain her sympathy?

But isn’t he already with Grace Quarters now?

If he wants sympathy, shouldn’t he be looking for Grace and not coming to her?

Thinking of that fair lady, Serena wanted to push the drunken Malcom out and slam the door shut.

But seeing him soaked, and those bloodshot, lifeless eyes, Serena couldn’t bring herself to be so ruthless.

For no apparent reason, Serena remembered that night three years ago.

That time, he got rained on and drank a lot, ended up with a high fever, and refused to go to the hospital.

That time, his assistant found her, she went to take care of him, and then...

Remembering that night’s situation, looking at the man in front of her, Serena suspected if he knew about that night’s events and wanted to repeat them?

But quickly, Serena shook her head.

If he knew about those events, given his personality, how could he not have looked for her for three years?

And if he knew about that night, how could he not suspect the little angel’s heritage?

After all, besides the eyes, the little angel was just a replica of him.

So he surely doesn’t know about that night and still thinks it was a fever dream afterward, right?

Serena’s eyes coldly looked at this pitiful yet hateful man opposite her and asked coldly, "Young Master Morris, it’s so late, why come here? Don’t you know..."

Just as Serena started speaking, Malcom suddenly moved.

He staggered toward Serena, suddenly pulled her into his arms, and lay against her neck, asking painfully, "Why? Why are you so heartless? You know I love you so much and have been waiting for you to come back. Why treat me like this?"

Speaking so, Malcom released his embrace on Serena.

His slender hands grabbed Serena’s arms, his bloodshot eyes directly looking at Serena, filled with fear and expectation, "Tell me, did you truly marry that man and have a daughter with him? As long as you say you didn’t, I’ll believe it!"

Serena opened her mouth, just about to say something, but Malcom pulled her back into his arms, muttering in a deep voice, "Wife, you’re mine, you’re mine, understand?"

After saying this, Malcom held Serena even tighter.

He exerted so much strength, as if by doing so, he could fuse Serena into his bones and blood, making it impossible for her to leave him.

Thus, he held Serena tightly, drunk, rambling, and dominantly declaring his possession, continuing to express his longing and pain.

"Wife, you are mine, only mine!"

"Wife, no man can take you from me. Without you, how can I live?"

"I’ve waited for you for three years, a full three years, waiting for you to forget those unpleasant things and return to my side."

"I endure longing daily waiting for you, even though I feel like I’m in hell, never seeing daylight, I control myself from seeking you."

"I’ve worked hard to make myself better; besides drinking, I immerse myself in work, fighting hard, wanting to give you a future and build a happy home with you."

As he spoke, hot tears rolled down from Malcom’s eyes.

He buried his head in Serena’s neck, letting those tears fall, continuing to say, "I know you wouldn’t be interested in that man. How could you like him? You clearly love me!"

Saying that, he loosened the suffocating embrace enough to look at Serena with red eyes, once again asking expectantly, "So wife, you surely didn’t marry that man, right? You’re lying to me, teaming up with everyone to deceive me, right?"

Serena ignored the tears at Malcom’s eyes, ignored the inexplicable heartache, looking at Malcom with cold eyes and said calmly, "Young Master Morris, we ended long ago, I have nothing to do with you. Please don’t call me..."

"Why? Why did you return to surprise me like this?" Malcom interrupted Serena, stubbornly asking.

Serena was speechless.

She was drunk too, arguing with a drunkard here.

Serena reached out to push Malcom, "Young Master Morris, please let go of me, it’s late..."

Malcom tightly gripped Serena’s arms, yelling hysterically, "I don’t agree, I don’t agree, do you understand? I will never let go of your hand, never!" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

He stared at Serena with red eyes, seemingly madly shouting, "You are mine, Malcom Moore’s woman, you absolutely mustn’t marry someone else!"