Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 595 Malcom Moore: Wife, it’s time for you to come back...

Chapter 595: Chapter 595 Malcom Moore: Wife, it’s time for you to come back...

Michael looked hurt, "Renee, you can’t say that about me. You should know that in every relationship, I’ve given my sincere heart."

Serena’s smile widened.

So with her, was Michael merely passionate for a moment?

Looking at the smile on Serena’s face, Michael continued speaking earnestly, "Renee, let me protect you. I will take care of you meticulously, ensuring you never lose this sunny smile again..."

Serena was at a loss for words.

Is this guy addicted to confessing?

She looked at Michael and spoke righteously, "Michael, if you continue like this, I’m going to get goosebumps all over."

...

River City.

It’s been five months since Serena left.

During these five months, other than working fiercely every day, Malcom Moore has been immersing himself in bars.

He’s waiting, waiting for Serena’s return.

That day, upon hearing Melody Parker’s words at the bar, Malcom impulsively took out his phone, intending to have someone find Serena’s whereabouts.

For someone to vanish without a trace is impossible. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Especially Serena.

Because Serena has no influence, and in River City, aside from her deceased parents, there’s only him and Melody Parker.

So no one would help her hide, and no one would obstruct his investigation.

As long as Malcom wanted to find her, he certainly could.

After all, to leave River City, Serena must have taken a plane, a ship, or other means of transportation.

But when the call connected, Malcom hung up again.

He thought of Serena’s letter, and through that letter, he imagined her pain and suffering.

So, he gave her time.

As long as she returns, that’s enough!

But after waiting for five months, she still hasn’t come back!

As time passed, Malcom’s patience dwindled, and the coldness around him grew increasingly intense...

In the president’s office of Morris Group, Malcom emanated a cold, fierce aura, his eyes chillingly fixating on his assistant Stephen Foster in front of him, "This proposal has been pending for three months, and you still haven’t finalized it! What have you all been doing? Hmm?"

Stephen lowered his head, "President, I..."

Before Stephen could finish his sentence, Malcom harshly threw all the documents in his hand, "What is all this nonsense? Has Morris Group raised a bunch of useless people?"

The documents were flung out, and the design drafts scattered everywhere, falling to the ground.

The corner of the folder, rather unfortunately, hit Stephen on the head.

Though Stephen was hurt, he didn’t dare make a sound.

Enduring the pain in his head, he bent down and picked up the scattered design drafts one by one.

After gathering all the design drafts, Stephen straightened his body respectfully, apologizing, "Sorry, President, our designers are working overtime to create the main collection for this season’s apparel, but..."

Stephen didn’t continue the latter part but changed the subject, "President, now Charlie, a professor at Milan’s Royal Asia Academy, is hosting a designer competition, and several outstanding designs in it are creating quite a buzz."

At this point, Stephen cautiously suggested, "President, maybe we could pay a hefty sum to buy the rights to Charlie’s design drafts and use them as the main collection for this season?"

Malcom certainly knew Professor Charlie; he’s a world-renowned design master, with each design causing a sensation in the industry.

Since Morris Group’s designers couldn’t produce works that satisfied him, buying Charlie’s design drafts was not a bad option.

Malcom looked at Stephen, reprimanding coldly, "Then hurry up and take care of it!"

He continued, "Send the design drafts you mentioned to my email first!"

"Yes, yes!" Stephen responded repeatedly and turned to leave.

After Stephen left, Malcom was the only one left in the expansive president’s office.

Malcom, feeling cold, got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The outside sunlight was very warm, generously casting its brilliance upon Malcom.

Yet such warm sunlight could not dispel the chill residing on Malcom.

Because the most important woman in his life had left, and with her departure, his whole world turned dark and cold.

She was his sun; without her, where was the warmth?

Malcom stood tall, gazing at the pedestrians beneath the mottled sunlight, whispered gently, "Wife, you should come back now!"

Yes, she should come back.

Five months is long enough; he has waited for her long enough.

Malcom looked wistfully into the distance, murmuring, "Wife, do you know, I’ve been waiting for you here every day. It’s been long enough since you left, my patience is nearly depleted. Is your mood better now?..."

After expressing his longing for Serena, Malcom spoke with resentment, "Does it take me being forceful for you to relent? For you to return to my side?"

Malcom didn’t know how much longer his patience would last.

Nor did he know exactly which day he would lose control and find Serena, bringing her back, keeping her by his side...

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a long time, Malcom coldly returned to his desk.

He opened the computer and logged into his email.

Sure enough, Stephen had already sent what he wanted.

Malcom clicked on the email, inside were the apparel design drafts.

Looking at those beautiful design drafts, Malcom was genuinely pleased.

Among them was a set that particularly caught Malcom’s attention.

Because every piece of that set was filled with vibrant and youthful energy, precisely the theme Morris Group needed this time.

Since suitable works had been found, Malcom certainly wouldn’t hesitate.

He immediately called his assistant Stephen, giving orders coldly, "Book a flight to Milan right away, also contact Professor Charlie, I want to meet him!"

"Yes!" Stephen responded, hanging up and promptly carried out Malcom’s instructions.

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Three days after Melody Parker was discharged from the hospital, she woke up in the master bedroom of the villa on the hillside.

Upon opening her eyes and seeing the luxurious, familiar bedroom, Melody looked confused, "Wasn’t she in the apartment? How did she end up in the villa?"

While Melody puzzled over this, there was a knock on the door.

Then Benjamin Parker pushed the door open and walked in, "Mommy, you’re awake? Perfect timing, let’s go down and have breakfast."

Melody looked at Benjamin, asking, "Baby, weren’t we in the apartment? When did we move? Mommy just slept; did I forget something?"