Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 635: Directly Breaking Into Her Apartment...
After speaking, Charles Moore, still uneasy, added, "Malcom, don’t make things too difficult for that girl. If she truly lets go, just come back."
Malcom Moore didn’t respond.
He wasn’t sure if Serena Sterling had really let go, let go of all their past, let go of him, and was ready to start a new life?
He only knew he couldn’t let go of her, nor was it possible to.
After ending the call with Charles Moore, Malcom Moore drove to the apartment building where Serena Sterling lived.
By this time, Milan had already been enveloped in the night’s darkness.
The streamlined sports car stopped under Serena Sterling’s apartment building.
Malcom Moore looked up, the room upstairs was pitch black, "Has she already gone to sleep?"
Because of her, he had been drunk every day for the past few days, tormenting himself beyond recognition.
Yet she seemed to sleep peacefully, seemingly unaffected by him at all. Could she really have forgotten him?
No, he didn’t believe it!
How could she have forgotten him so easily?
She just couldn’t forget that pain, just being with him made her think of her parents’ death...
Thinking of the reason they separated, a bitter smile appeared on Malcom Moore’s face.
He opened the car door and got out, reaching for a cigarette.
Just as Malcom Moore flicked the metal lighter to light the cigarette held between his fingers, Michael’s voice sounded from behind him, "Renee, we’re home."
Malcom Moore immediately turned his head.
Not far behind him, Michael was supporting Serena Sterling as they returned from outside.
Serena Sterling was drunk, her face flushed from the alcohol.
Her whole body leaned against Michael’s chest, mumbling as she spoke to him, "Michael, I’m really happy today, I..."
Malcom Moore’s brows furrowed deeply.
She had gotten drunk again!
And she was with this man he hated and despised so much!
As they passed Malcom Moore, Michael noticed him.
He raised his eyebrows provocatively at Malcom Moore, unceasingly continuing to support Serena Sterling as they walked past him and entered the apartment building.
Malcom Moore wanted to pull the drunken woman into his arms immediately, and even more wanted to fiercely beat up the man who dared provoke him.
But he held back, doing nothing as he followed behind Michael, watching as Michael led Serena Sterling into the elevator, watching as the elevator went up floor by floor.
When the elevator stopped, Malcom Moore exited the apartment.
He stood under the apartment building, watching as the originally dark room lit up with warm light.
He wanted so much to enter that illuminated room, to take care of the intoxicated Serena Sterling.
But right at this moment, there was another man doing these things instead of him.
Malcom Moore irritably lit a cigarette, smoking vigorously and forcefully.
He had never considered Michael to be Serena Sterling’s boyfriend; he thought it was just an excuse Serena used to make him let go of her.
Apart from being immersed in dreams over the past few days, he had people investigate Michael.
A man like that shouldn’t be the type Serena Sterling would like.
But as a man himself, Malcom Moore knew: that man called Michael definitely had intentions toward Serena Sterling!
Even though he knew Serena Sterling wouldn’t like him, Malcom Moore was prepared to have a proper talk with the man coveting his woman.
He was waiting, waiting for Michael to come down from the apartment building.
Yet a cigarette finished burning, and Michael hadn’t come down from the apartment building.
Malcom Moore looked at the lighted room upstairs and lit a new cigarette, standing there irritably amidst clouds of smoke.
Time passed by, minute by minute.
More than ten minutes passed, and Michael hadn’t come down.
Twenty minutes, half an hour passed, and Michael still hadn’t come down.
Malcom Moore reached for another cigarette.
Yet the cigarette box was empty, not a single cigarette left.
In over half an hour, Malcom Moore had smoked an entire box of cigarettes, leaving a pile of cigarette butts under his feet.
Malcom Moore’s long, slender hand squeezed forcefully, the empty cigarette box crumpled into a ball, which he then harshly tossed onto the ground.
He looked up at the illuminated room, his inner turmoil evident.
For so long now, why hadn’t the man come down?
Could it be...
Just then, the light in the room suddenly went out.
Malcom Moore’s narrow eyes squinted, harboring a fierce, cold glint.
His complexion turned dark, his fists clenched unconsciously, and he lifted his long legs, striding into the apartment building.
The elevator inside the apartment building stopped on the 16th floor; Malcom Moore took one look and directly headed for the emergency stairs.
He climbed three to four steps at a time up the stairs, appearing outside Serena Sterling’s apartment door in less than a minute.
Due to the swift climb, Malcom Moore’s face was covered in sweat.
He didn’t bother to wipe it off, with sweat dripping down, his complexion dark, he forcefully knocked on the apartment door...
More than half an hour earlier, Michael had escorted Serena Sterling back to her apartment.
Due to drinking too much, as soon as she entered the apartment, Serena Sterling rushed into the bathroom and began to vomit.
Michael stood behind Serena Sterling, gently soothing her back, "Renee, you drank too much."
Watching Serena Sterling vomit painfully, Michael’s heart ached as he said, "Renee, don’t ever drink this much again, seeing you like this breaks my heart."
After vomiting, Serena Sterling turned to Michael with a smile, "It’s okay, Michael, if I drink more often, my tolerance will improve."
"Renee, drinking tolerance isn’t developed, it’s innate," Michael countered, handing over the warm water he was holding, "Here, rinse your mouth."
Serena Sterling took the cup of water and rinsed her mouth, then stood up from the toilet’s edge.
She wobbled as she walked towards her room, waving her hand at Michael, "Michael, I’m fine, you can go."
Michael reached out to support Serena Sterling, "Renee, let me help you."
Speaking, he held onto Serena Sterling without question, leading her into her room, gently laying her down on her bed.
Serena Sterling turned over on the bed, muttering once more, "Michael, you can go."
Michael said nothing, leaving Serena Sterling’s room, thoughtfully turning off the bedroom light and closing the door.
However, he didn’t leave the apartment but sat down on the sofa in the living room outside.
His long legs rested on the living room coffee table, his handsome brows slightly furrowed.
Did Renee just cry?
When Renee turned over on the bed, he saw a glistening tear fall from her eye...
Inside the bedroom, Serena Sterling was indeed crying.
