Chapter 1932: Chapter 1932

Unaware that Dylan Wellington had lost a segment of his memory, Skye Brown always considered Dylan’s recent entanglement with her as his inability to let go of the past.

After all, he was Mr. Wellington, charming and unrestrained.

In Eastonia, if Dylan Wellington wanted a woman, it was indeed just as he said—there was none who wouldn’t submit and eagerly seek his favor.

The Dylan Wellington of the past was just like that.

Especially now, after so many years, with Mr. Wellington even more mature and charismatic.

Skye never felt that Dylan loved her deeply or was reluctant to part with her; she wasn’t that unaware of herself.

Otherwise, how could it be that Dylan had been unwilling to marry her in the first place?

To love someone naturally means wanting to live together, to be united in marriage, to grow old together as a couple.

Dylan’s initial refusal made Skye truly see her position clearly.

From that point on, she no longer wished for anything more.

Therefore, when she and Dylan met again, facing his overwhelming pursuit, Skye had already come up with a reason for him.

It was simply Mr. Wellington’s dissatisfaction at not having fully obtained the woman he initially wanted.

After all, back then, although Dylan didn’t want the divorce, it was actually Skye who left Dylan and disappeared without a word.

Memories streamed through Skye’s mind.

She covered her face, silently sobbing until after a while, she finally regained her composure from the overwhelming emotions.

Skye was reluctant to revisit the past easily, because once entangled in it, it was difficult to break free.

The heart-wrenching grief could easily destroy the courage she painstakingly built up.

Just like now, as she sat alone in the living room, crying silently for so long, suppressing her emotions...even though the tears had finally stopped, her heart was deeply exhausted.

Dragging her sorrowful heart, Skye walked step by step back to the bedroom.

When she opened the bedroom door, and saw the small, sleeping face on the bed...something strange happened.

The sadness seemed to dissipate entirely when she saw Molly Wellington’s sweet and serene face.

Instinctively, Skye walked towards the large bed, sat on the edge, and reached out to touch the baby’s soft, rosy cheeks.

The little girl’s plump cheeks bounced slightly against her fingertips, instantly softening Skye’s heavy heart.

In her sleep, little Molly seemed to sense Skye’s presence, and her face snuggled closer into Skye’s palm, rubbing against it.

A sweet curve appeared at the corner of her lips.

Following the little girl’s smile, Skye unknowingly found herself smiling along.

By the time she realized, the overwhelming sorrow and fatigue that weighed on her heart had vanished without a trace.

Skye looked in surprise...staring intently at the sleeping Dylan Wellington...

She truly didn’t understand how Molly Wellington, being Dylan Wellington’s daughter, could always bring her miracles.

Gazing at the little girl’s tranquil sleeping face, Skye softly, ever so softly, said to her, "Thank you, Molly...thank you..."

Skye thought—Fortune has actually been kind to her. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novelꞁire.net

Thankfully, in such times, she still had Molly Wellington by her side.

The next day, Skye awoke in a remarkably warm state.

Being a workaholic, she seldom indulged in sleeping in, yet when she woke up, the warm and bright sunlight had already filtered through the curtains.

Clearly, such sunshine was beyond her usual waking hour of 7 o’clock in the morning.

Just as Skye intended to reach for her cell phone to check the time, she suddenly felt something amiss around her waist.

Having just woken up, Skye was still a bit disoriented and had completely forgotten that she had slept with little Molly last night.

Pulling back the blanket to look, she nearly frightened herself.

There lay the adorably sweet baby, clinging to her like a koala, with arms and feet wrapped around her, a hand holding her waist, and a face nuzzling against her stomach.

Even under the blanket, she neither felt suffocated; her little mouth slightly open, shiny drool trickling from the corner of her lips and dripping onto Skye’s abdomen.

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