Chapter 1899: Chapter 1899

Chapter 1899: Chapter 1911: Who Carried Her to Bed?

All of Dylan Wellington’s restlessness was soothed in that instant.

His seductive, deep eyes slightly lifted as he looked at the two figures, one big and one small, asleep on and beside the bed.

A sense of unprecedented tranquility settled within him.

This was a woman he hadn’t noticed before last night.

Even after last night, he had only regarded her as a ‘good medicine’.

But now, Dylan’s brow, with its slightly raised arc, furrowed…

Perhaps, she’s not just a woman who could cheer him up in bed.

The soft bed almost seemed to swallow Skye Brown’s body whole.

Skye felt warm and comfortable, as if enveloped by countless clouds.

From head to toe, every strand of her body hair seemed bathed in warm sunlight, making her feel entirely cozy and even tempting her to sigh with contentment.

The palm of her right hand seemed to be clutching something with a soft, fluffy texture, like cotton candy, squishy and elastic.

Half-asleep, Skye instinctively squeezed it, discovering that the cotton candy seemed to become plumper, emitting warmth.

How could it be warm?

She abruptly opened her eyes, sitting up on the bed, her entire form awakened by surprise.

Only then did Skye realize that though she clearly should have been sitting in the chair beside the bed, somehow she had ended up on the bed.

She was lying on the large bed with the soundly sleeping Molly Wellington beside her, both wrapped in a blanket, but ever still, her right hand remained clutched in Molly’s small hand.

The two were holding hands, as if they couldn’t be separated.

How did I end up on the bed?

Skye wondered to herself, cautiously withdrawing her hand from Molly’s soft little palm.

Due to this movement, Molly’s small nose wrinkled slightly in her sleep, her small mouth pouted, then she rolled over to face Skye, hugging the blanket like a plush doll.

As if holding onto something large and fluffy, she buried her face deeply into it.

Skye’s warm gaze paused, knowing that children who lack a sense of security prefer to sleep while holding onto something.

She hadn’t had this habit as a child, but after her mother’s death and her stepmother’s arrival, she became like Molly Wellington, habitually holding onto a blanket or pillow to sleep.

Pity gradually gathered in her eyes; it seemed that despite being adored by the entire Wellington family, this child’s heart was ultimately lonely.

Perhaps due to the chaotic feelings surrounding Dylan Wellington?

Or maybe, because she grew up as a child with only a dad and no mother…

Skye couldn’t resist gently brushing her hand across Molly’s serene, tranquil sleeping face.

As her satin-like long black hair was brushed aside, Skye was surprised to see a small towel stuffed into the back of Molly’s clothes.

Did she place a towel on Molly’s back before sleeping?

Skye couldn’t remember; it seemed like she hadn’t—

She reached in to touch it, finding the towel a bit damp, fearing the child might catch cold, she quickly pulled it out.

She also checked Molly’s clothes to make sure they were dry before contentedly covering her with the blanket. The most update n0vels are published on noⅴelfire.net

Skye held the towel, got off the bed, and walked out.

Earlier she had suspected that she was so tired she climbed onto the bed herself.

Now, she was certain it must have been that foreign man who came.

Noticing that Molly was sweating on her back as she slept, he put a towel there.

And conveniently put her on the bed as well.

Thinking of this, Skye opened the bedroom door—

It was a hotel premium suite, with the bedroom connecting to a study room and living room outside.

Skye closed the door casually and was about to head to the living room, but as she was about to close the door, she glimpsed a familiar figure.