Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 207: Who Is Truly Melody’s Destiny…

Chapter 207: Chapter 207: Who Is Truly Melody’s Destiny...

Could she really be that legendary princess of the Butterfly Clan?

How is that possible?

She’s just an ordinary girl, utterly ordinary! 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Seeing Melody Parker staring blankly into the distance without saying a word, Neal Galan extended his arms and drew her powerfully into his embrace, "Melody, don’t worry, I will surely help you find your family and your destiny..."

The man’s sudden hug brought Melody Parker back to her senses.

She reached out and gently pushed against Neal Galan’s chest.

Neal Galan let her go and looked at Melody Parker.

Melody Parker gazed at Neal Galan softly saying, "Neal, I want to be alone for a while."

Having said that, without waiting for Neal’s response, Melody Parker turned and left.

In her world, in this moment, there was only her.

She couldn’t see anyone else, nor hear any other sounds. All she kept hearing in her mind were Neal Galan’s words about the Butterfly Clan and the butterfly mark...

"Melody..." Neal Galan called out to Melody Parker, but she carried on walking alone, as if she hadn’t heard.

Her departing figure looked so lonely and sorrowful.

Neal Galan watched Melody Parker like this, storms brewing in his brown eyes.

He didn’t call out to her again, just stood there watching her fade away into the distance.

Indeed, hearing so much all of a sudden about the butterfly mark and her origin would be hard for her to digest and accept immediately.

Not just for Melody, even he couldn’t quite believe it yet, but everything was indeed true, and he had to believe it!

He was utterly convinced that Melody was indeed the mysterious, legendary princess of the Butterfly Clan.

Yet, thinking about that prophecy regarding destiny, Neal Galan’s heart felt pierced and bleeding, an unbearable pain.

The prophecy was clear, the princess was sacred and inviolable, apart from her one true destiny in this life, no one else could even touch her.

But, if that’s the case...

Then what does four years ago, the fact that Adrian Davies, the CEO of Davies Group, made Melody pregnant and she bore two babies, mean?

Could he be Melody’s destined one in this life?

No! Impossible!

Neal Galan would never, could never accept that Adrian Davies was Melody Parker’s destined one.

He and Melody had known each other for a whole four years now.

In these four years, every time Melody fell ill, it was he who carefully took care of her.

During this period, he had touched Melody’s body more than once, and he had also touched that beautiful, sacred, inviolable butterfly mark.

Though in the past four years, he and Melody never met soul to soul, he had touched her, and she never felt uncomfortable because of it.

If Adrian Davies was Melody’s destined one in this life, then what about him?

What did he mean to Melody?

Why did she not feel uncomfortable when he touched her body?

What exactly went wrong here?

Clearly, the inheritor of the Butterfly Clan was to be the princess with the butterfly mark.

Clearly, Melody had the exact same butterfly mark as described in the legends.

Clearly, a princess with a butterfly mark was born with a predestined fate, and only their fate in this life could touch their body!

And those not destined for them, once they touched their body or the butterfly on their back, it would cause a severe burning sensation, making the princess suffocate and suffer, punishing her for defying the ordained fate.

Neal Galan’s handsome brows tightened deeply, unable to figure out where everything went wrong.

Until he remembered the exception told by the old man.

It was when he found an elderly man in Whitehill, who, after explaining everything to him, added a weighty sentence.

"Young man, though the legendary butterfly mark can restrain the princess’s actions, preventing her from contact outside her destined one, there is still an exception."

Neal Galan respectfully asked the white-bearded old man, "Sir, what is this exception you speak of?"

The old man smiled deeply, stroking his white beard as he explained Neal Galan’s doubts.

"The essence of the butterfly mark is to protect the princess, it appears and disappears in the eyes of those who would harm her, preventing them from doing so. Also, if the owners of the male and female butterflies are in crisis, they can be touched by those other than their destined one for rescue..."

Thinking of this, Neal Galan’s brows furrowed even more.

Four years ago, although Adrian Davies and Melody had that encounter, Melody had been drugged and was clearly in danger.

And in these past four years, every time he touched Melody, it was when she was ill.

So, if guessed correctly, who is truly Melody’s destined one, he or Adrian Davies?

Or could it be that neither of them is, and her true destined one has yet to appear?

...

Neal Galan stood there for a long time until Melody Parker’s figure disappeared from his view before turning to leave Imperial Vista Garden.

He didn’t go anywhere else but directly returned to the Galan Estate.

Neal Galan parked the car in the garage and strode into the villa.

Upon entering, he saw someone he didn’t want to meet.

Ignoring the man reading the newspaper on the sofa, he went straight upstairs without a word.

But his silent entrance didn’t stop others from greeting him.

The moment Neal stepped into the villa, the man on the sofa, who was reading the newspaper, lost all interest in its contents.

His gaze remained on the newspaper, but all his attention was on the handsome, uniquely talented man.

Seeing him about to go upstairs, he immediately put down the newspaper and stood up.

"Alston, you’re back," Oliver Nash spoke urgently, looking in Neal Galan’s direction.

"Hmm!" Neal replied coldly, not stopping his ascent up the stairs.

"Alston! I have something to discuss with you." Oliver Nash called out, his voice more urgent, as if fearing Neal would indeed go upstairs.

Neal’s steps faltered slightly as he stood on the staircase without speaking or looking back at Oliver.

Oliver stared intently at Neal’s back, cautiously asking, "Alston, I want to go back to see Mother, is that okay?"

Neal suddenly turned, his sharp gaze piercing towards the man.

Oliver quickly withdrew his deep, infatuated gaze, trying to keep his eyes calm and unruffled like the still waters of autumn as he looked at Neal.