Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 603: Malcom Moore: Go to Milan!

"Since you’re awake, let’s continue." Adrian spoke passionately, his thin lips accurately capturing Melody Parker’s alluring red lips once more...

He turned over, pressing her under him...

Throughout the whole night, Adrian kept kissing and wanting her until it was finally daylight when he stopped, satisfied.

Gazing at the woman’s sweet slumbering face, he kissed her dry lips and domineeringly pulled her into his embrace, falling asleep deeply together with her...

The sun had long risen above the gray sea, hanging high in the sky.

The warm autumn sunlight poured in through the window, shining on the couple sleeping in an embrace.

In this radiant light, the woman sleeping on the bed gently fluttered her fan-like eyelashes and slowly opened her eyes.

After waking up, Melody Parker did not disturb the man beside her.

She gently turned over, snuggling into his arms, admiringly gazing at the man’s sleeping face.

His features were deep, his appearance handsome.

His determined chin was covered with stubble.

As she looked, Melody Parker suddenly smiled.

This man, how could he shamelessly claim it was his first experience!

Truly, he’s not just thick-skinned!

As she kept watching him, she didn’t know how long had passed, when Melody Parker reluctantly withdrew her gaze.

She gently removed the man’s arm from her body, wanting to get out of bed to make some breakfast or perhaps lunch for the two of them.

But as soon as she made a slight move, the arm she had removed returned to her waist.

Adrian’s eyes didn’t even open as he reached out to wrap his arm around the woman’s slender waist, bringing her back into his embrace, whispering softly, "Baby, sleep a little longer."

Melody Parker was stunned, staring at the man blankly.

What did he call her?

He actually called her baby!

Wait, last night in the heat of the moment, he even called her... little wildcat!

Melody Parker trembled with excitement, wondering if he had regained his memory.

She looked at his handsome face, a surge of joy in her heart, lying quietly in his arms without moving.

...

Milan airport, Malcom Moore, dressed in a black tailored suit with a stern face, walked out from the airport.

Following him was his assistant Stephen Foster.

Upon leaving the airport, seeing the clear weather outside, Malcom Moore’s mood improved considerably.

He didn’t understand why the air here felt so fresh?

He only knew that at this moment standing under the cloudless blue sky, breathing in the refreshing air, his mood was no longer as heavy and oppressive.

His lonely, wounded heart seemed to find solace here...

Malcom Moore looked towards his assistant behind him and asked coldly, "Is the hotel arranged?"

Stephen Foster nodded, "Yes, Mr. Morris, everything is prepared."

"Hmm." Malcom Moore nodded, "Let’s go."

Saying that, Malcom Moore strode forward, getting into a car waiting outside the airport to pick him up.

Stephen Foster followed, getting in.

The car moved slowly, leaving the airport, heading towards a seven-star hotel in Milan...

This time in Milan, Malcom Moore’s schedule was very tight.

After checking into the hotel, Malcom Moore immediately instructed his assistant Stephen Foster to contact Professor Charlie to confirm their meeting time.

Since Stephen Foster had already made an appointment with Professor Charlie before coming to Milan, the phone call this time easily resulted in a confirmed meeting with Professor Charlie.

By noon, Professor Charlie arrived timely at the hotel restaurant where Malcom Moore was staying.

Seeing Professor Charlie arrive, Malcom Moore immediately stood up from his seat, extending his right hand in a friendly manner, "Hello, Professor Charlie, I’m Malcom Moore."

Professor Charlie, in plain white clothing with his long beard raised proudly, laughed heartily, extending his right hand to shake with Malcom Moore’s, "Hello, Mr. Morris."

Malcom Moore glanced at the seat opposite, gesturing for Professor Charlie to sit down, "Professor Charlie, please have a seat."

Professor Charlie nodded, "Mr. Morris, you too, please sit."

Saying that, Professor Charlie took the lead and sat down in his seat.

The two quickly settled down, and the waiter brought them tea.

After sitting down, Malcom Moore directly explained his purpose, "Professor Charlie, before you came, my assistant should have contacted you. This time, I hope to collaborate with you to bring your series of works into Country Z, and it will become the main product of the Morris Group’s sales."

After speaking, Malcom Moore continued with a promise, "Of course, besides the professor’s copyright fees, our Morris Group will also offer ten percent of the sales profit back to you, Professor Charlie."

Professor Charlie laughed, "To make Mr. Morris offer such generous terms, it seems you truly like and value my works."

Malcom Moore nodded, "Yes, I really like your works."

Professor Charlie looked at Malcom Moore with a smiling face and continued, "Mr. Morris, money is external. Every one of my works is like my children. I design them, create them, wanting to entrust them to those who understand me."

Malcom Moore nodded, "I understand your feelings."

After speaking, Malcom Moore looked at Professor Charlie, sincerely saying, "Professor Charlie, to be honest, our Morris Group values your design draft very much. We’ve seen your exhibition, and there’s a particular set of designs that fits our sales style perfectly."

Saying that, Malcom Moore took out his phone, opened the email, found the design drafts Stephen Foster sent him, and showed them to Professor Charlie, "Look at this set of design drafts, each piece exudes a lively and youthful aura..."

Listening to Malcom Moore’s eloquence, Professor Charlie nodded in satisfaction, "Hmm, Mr. Morris expresses it well. It seems you truly understand design; you are a bosom friend of us designers."

After speaking, Professor Charlie changed his tone and continued, "However, the set of works Mr. Morris likes was not designed by me but by a very smart and talented designer from Country Z, who is my student."

Malcom Moore wasn’t very surprised.

Professor Charlie’s students are scattered worldwide, so it’s not unusual for such a talented student to create these drafts.

Each designer has their unique design style. Obviously, the set of work he fancied is completely different from Professor Charlie’s usual style.

At that time, seeing this set of works, Malcom Moore suspected that they might not be Professor Charlie’s creations.

He also thought there might be another person.

So now, hearing Professor Charlie’s words, Malcom Moore wasn’t surprised or curious.

Seeing Malcom Moore’s expression, Professor Charlie knowingly said, "It seems Mr. Morris had guessed it."