Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 638: Malcom Moore Falls Ill: Luna, I Can’t Live Without You…
Seeing Michael holding Serena Sterling’s hand, kissing the back of it, the two of them smiling.
Malcom Moore’s heart felt as if a huge hand had gripped it tightly, instant suffocation, and severe pain.
In his eyes, the way the two looked at each other and smiled seemed so deep and affectionate.
He didn’t dare to watch any longer, staggering as he turned and left...
Malcom Moore’s eyes were filled with pain, his face full of defeat and sadness, as he took step by step away from that suffocating hospital room and onto the street outside the hospital.
The weather in Milan changes as quickly as people’s emotions.
Just as Malcom Moore was walking aimlessly down the street, the previously clear sky suddenly darkened.
The oppressive blackness seemed as if it would engulf the entire sky, quite terrifying.
With a sudden crash, thunder roared.
The terrifyingly dark sky was torn open.
The next moment, a torrential downpour poured down.
Because of the sudden rain, pedestrians on the street hurriedly ran, looking for shelter from the storm.
Among the crowd, Malcom Moore maintained his steady pace, lost and walking... his heart was left back in that hospital room, with that woman.
The rain was heavy, and Malcom Moore was soon drenched.
After walking in the rain for over an hour, he reached the hotel where he was staying.
Seeing Malcom Moore dripping wet, the hotel lobby manager immediately approached, "General Morris, what happened to you?"
Malcom Moore raised his eyes and looked at the lobby manager, "Bring me some wine."
Lobby manager: "..."
What kind of serious blow had General Morris suffered?
When General Morris first checked into the hotel, he was coldly noble, exuding an aura of authority.
Yet a few days later, General Morris began to drink heavily, spending all day in a state of despair.
Today, General Morris seemed even more desolate, as if...
The lobby manager hadn’t found the words to describe the current Malcom Moore before Malcom’s chilling eyes swept over, his voice bleak, tinged with a haunting deadness, "Didn’t you hear what I said?"
"One moment, I’ll get it for you right away." The lobby manager dared not think anymore, immediately rushing to get the wine for Malcom Moore.
Quickly, he brought the wine over, "General Morris, here’s your wine."
Malcom Moore reached out and took it, pulling the cork out in one swift motion.
The expensive Rémy Martin was poured straight into his mouth.
After taking a swig, he continued heading to the elevator.
Watching Malcom Moore act this way, the lobby manager wanted to say something.
But thinking of Malcom’s cold eyes and the bleakness in his voice, he chose to say nothing, closing his mouth.
The elevator ascended slowly, with Malcom Moore inside, gulping down wine.
When he returned to his hotel room, the entire bottle of Rémy Martin had found its way to his stomach.
He glanced at the empty bottle and tossed it onto the floor.
His long legs strode towards the liquor cabinet with a few steps.
Grabbing another bottle from the cabinet, Malcom Moore sat down on the floor.
Leaning against the cabinet, his dark eyes stared painfully at a spot, drinking one mouthful after another...
Nobody knew how many bottles he drank until Malcom Moore was thoroughly drunk.
His arms sprawled wide on the carpet, his expression pained, constantly muttering softly.
"Luna, are you really leaving me?"
"Luna, I love you, please don’t leave me, okay?"
"Luna, how can you do this to me?"
"Luna, don’t go..."
That evening, Stephen Foster came to find Malcom Moore.
He stood outside the room, knocking, "President, I need to speak with you."
The room was silent, with no response.
Stephen Foster continued knocking, "President, I really have something important."
Still, there was no response.
Stephen Foster furrowed his brows in suspicion.
What’s going on?
Isn’t the president in the room?
Why is it so quiet inside?
Could the president be drunk again?
Thinking this, Stephen Foster knocked again, "President, if you don’t open the door, I will go in myself?"
In the past, during emergencies, Stephen Foster had said this to Malcom Moore.
If Malcom Moore was not passed out drunk, he would yell at Stephen to get lost, or come out with a murderous look.
But if Malcom Moore was indeed passed out drunk, Stephen would open the door and help Malcom, who might be passed out on the balcony or any room, to the bed.
Tonight, after Stephen Foster said these words, the room still had no response.
Stephen Foster pulled out the keycard and opened the door.
Unsurprisingly, Malcom Moore was lying on the floor, passed out drunk.
"Sigh!..." Stephen Foster sighed, approaching Malcom Moore.
"President, how did you end up drinking yourself into this state again?" Stephen Foster muttered, preparing to help the fallen Malcom up.
Before Stephen could touch Malcom, he saw Malcom’s overly flushed face.
What’s going on?
Why is the president’s face so red?
Is he running a fever?
With this thought, Stephen moved his hand towards Malcom’s forehead, "My goodness! Why is it so hot!"
At this time, lying on the ground, Malcom Moore was still in his rain-soaked clothes.
After so much time and Malcom’s burning temperature, those drenched clothes, full of water, had long ago dried.
Finding Malcom fevered, Stephen immediately called out to him, "President, wake up..."
Under Stephen’s urging, Malcom Moore slowly opened his eyes.
Stephen anxiously spoke up, "President, you have a fever now, I will take you to the hospital."
Saying this, Stephen was about to help Malcom up off the floor.
But before Stephen could do anything, Malcom’s fierce, chilling eyes swept towards him, "Get out!"
He didn’t want to go to the hospital!
Because Serena Sterling was there, and she was caring for another man.
Seeing her taking care of another man, looking at that man with deep affection, Malcom’s heart ached, hurt so much it was hard to breathe.
Thinking she would no longer belong to him, that she would start a new life with another man, Malcom’s heart, in unbearable pain, began to bleed tears... 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
Haha!
On Malcom’s frighteningly red face, there appeared a bitter smile.
His Luna left, truly gone!
From the moment she left River City, she had planned to leave him, had never thought of returning to his side, to live a happy life together.
Now, she succeeded, she would never return again!
But what to do?
