Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 430: Probably the Last Time

Frost Moore turned around with a cold face and walked away.

Lily Johnson was stunned for two seconds and quickly caught up to support his staggering steps.

"Big brother Frost."

"Get lost."

Frost Moore shook off Lily Johnson angrily.

Lily bit her lip and, ignoring his protests, stepped forward again to support him, "You’ve had too much to drink, let me help you upstairs."

"I don’t need your fake kindness."

Frost Moore couldn’t shake her off. Remembering the words he heard earlier, his frustration grew deeper, "What, still trying to seduce me? Lily Johnson, I won’t be fooled by you, you liar."

So she was ordered by Craig Landers to approach him?

She was indeed skilled.

In just a few days, she managed to make him fall for her.

He was fascinated by her.

Truly impressive!

Seeing the redness in Frost Moore’s eyes, Lily Johnson felt a pang in her heart.

She wanted to explain something, but it all condensed into three words.

"I’m sorry."

No matter what, she did deceive him.

"Get lost."

Hearing those three words, Frost Moore’s anger intensified.

He forcefully shook off Lily Johnson and stormed ahead in fury.

A waiter carrying drinks almost collided with Frost Moore.

Lily Johnson watched from behind, trembling with fear, and supported him once more.

"Big brother Frost, let me take you upstairs."

No matter how he misinterprets her,

he had drunk too much; she would get him upstairs first and then speak.

"What, do you want it? Fine, I’ll grant you that."

Frost Moore stared at Lily Johnson’s delicate profile, a shadow passing through his eyes.

He suddenly pushed her against the wall, gripped her head, and kissed her.

The man’s kiss bore his anger, sweeping in like a wild storm.

Lily Johnson passively endured, barely managing to say during a pause, "How about we go to a room?"

The place was filled with people, and if he were to strip her bare, she didn’t want to become a spectacle for others.

Frost Moore’s eyes were full of drunken desire.

He scoffed and spat out, "You’re really cheap."

Lily Johnson’s heart shuddered, and the blush on her face quickly faded.

He insulted her again.

Of course, in his mind, she was a woman with no self-respect or self-love.

"So, do you want it?"

Lily Johnson suppressed her inner bitterness, her smile provocative.

Frost Moore stared at her for two seconds, tightly gripping her hand, and strode forward.

Lily Johnson smiled, but her eyes reddened.

This was probably the last time.

Being with him.

She would treat it as a dream.

When she awoke, everything would return to normal.

Upstairs, Sarah Moore knocked on Frost Moore’s door for a long time, but he didn’t come out to open it.

She called him, but no one answered.

Where had he gone?

A little concerned about his condition.

After some thought, she decided to go downstairs to look for him.

Taking the elevator down to the first floor, Sarah looked around but didn’t see anyone.

So, she took the stairs up to the second floor to see if there was anyone there.

As she searched around, suddenly, a man’s voice echoed in her ear.

"Miss Mercer, who are you looking for?"

Sarah was startled, turned her head, and saw Craig Landers lounging against the second-floor railing with a wine glass.

He casually swirled his glass, his tall figure appearing somewhat mysterious under the colorful lights.

Thinking of the things he had done, Sarah’s heart skipped a beat.

"Mr. Landers, I’m looking for my brother."

People are creatures of emotion.

Upon seeing Craig Landers’s deep affection for her, she couldn’t remain indifferent.

But even so, she couldn’t acknowledge him.

Because now she was Sarah Moore.

Not Leia Quinn.

"No need to look for him; your brother should be with a woman right now."

Craig Landers took a sip of wine, his gaze landing on Sarah’s face.

With a woman?

That woman should be Lily Johnson.

Sarah paused, "Thank you, Mr. Landers, please drink less; too much alcohol is bad for your health."

She finished speaking and turned to leave.

A tightness on her arm—a hand pulled her back.

Sarah was startled and turned her head to look at him.

The man’s handsome face was hidden in the light, with slightly drunken eyes.

"Tell me, are you really not Cindy? You act and behave so much like her." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Sarah’s heart skipped a beat as she looked at his face so close to hers, feeling his familiar scent, her nerves tensed.

"Mr. Landers, please let go; you’ve had too much to drink."

"I won’t let go; you haven’t told me if you’re Cindy or not."

Craig Landers held onto Sarah’s arm, the alcohol clouding his senses.

Suppressing her emotional turmoil, Sarah lowered her voice, "Mr. Landers, I am Sarah Moore, not the Cindy you speak of. If you’re lonely, you can find someone else, but please don’t entangle with me."

She and he were no longer connected.

He should consider her dead!

With his charm, she believed he would soon find happiness.

Craig Landers looked at the unfamiliar pretty face before him and murmured, "If I found other women, do you think she would appear?"

His voice deep and sad.

Sarah’s fingers clenched tightly, a pang of sourness in her nose.

She turned her head away, not letting him see her expression.

His self-mocking voice came to her, "No, she doesn’t love me. It’s always been me pushing forward step by step. Even if I found ten or eight women, she would remain indifferent."

Sarah’s heart surged like a ship in the ocean, rising and falling.

Is this what he thought?

Did she not love him?

If she didn’t love him, she wouldn’t be in so much pain.

Sarah looked at the man’s handsome face and unconsciously lifted her hand, gently placing it on his face.

Wayne, forget her.

Time is the best healer.

No matter how much pain, it can be erased.

Her eyes were filled with gentle brilliance.

Craig Landers felt her cool fingertips touch his face, as if awakening him.

He abruptly pulled her hand down, his voice cold, "What kind of look is that? Pitying me? I don’t need anyone’s pity."

She was not his Cindy.

He didn’t need another woman’s comfort.

The man walked away, drinking his wine, his tall silhouette gradually disappearing around the corner.

Sarah clenched her fists, forcing herself to stop wanting to go after him, her eyes shimmering with tears.

Wayne, goodbye.

...

The next day.

The morning sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, casting golden threads on the man and woman asleep in each other’s arms.

The sleeping people looked like a loving couple, serene and content.

Lily Johnson’s eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing she saw was Frost Moore’s handsome face.

She stared for a moment, recalling last night’s events, a blush tinting her brows.

The man, drunk, seemed insatiable and thoroughly tormented her.

And she did her best to satisfy him.

Probably wanting him to remember her forever.

Lily Johnson raised her hand, wanting to touch his handsome face.

But halfway there, she halted.

Not wanting to disturb him, she traced his features in the air.

Still, even her slightest movement eventually woke the sleeping man.

Frost Moore gradually opened his eyes, his gaze clearing from confusion.

He fixated on Lily Johnson, his initially gentle expression slowly turning cold.

Lily Johnson’s smile slightly stiffened, calling softly, "Big brother Frost."

Frost Moore said nothing, instead pushing her away, getting out of bed to put on his clothes.

A rustling sound continued, and a moment later, he asked, "I drank too much last night. How much do you want?"

The man’s voice still carried the huskiness of waking from sleep.

Lily Johnson was stunned, her face draining of color step by step.

He asked her how much she wanted?

Did he think she was selling herself?