Chapter 1942: Chapter 1942

Skye Brown was very unwilling to get close to Dylan Wellington.

But the little lad’s red eyes and nose made her feel guilty—no one knew how much Skye wanted to run away just now, to leave this place.

In order to escape, she even thought of leaving Molly Wellington here alone.

Even if it was just leaving Molly with her own Daddy, seeing the little lad’s instant tears, Skye still felt a deep sense of guilt.

"Alright, Aunt Skye will hold..." Skye reached out and took Molly from Dylan Wellington’s arms.

Originally, it was just a very ordinary action. She only needed to bend over a little and hold Molly.

Who would have thought, just as her hand passed under Molly’s armpit and held her steadily,

Molly suddenly reached out, hugged her neck tightly, and hung her entire body weight behind her neck, pulling downward.

Though the little lad wasn’t heavy, he wasn’t light either!

With this sudden tug, Skye instantly lost her balance.

Her body naturally leaned forward and crashed straight into Dylan Wellington’s chest.

"Ah..." Molly cried out ’dramatically’.

"Mmm... ooh..." Skye’s nose bumped into Dylan Wellington’s hard chest, making her nose sting.

But she couldn’t care about herself; her hands firmly encircled Molly, fearing she might knock her away.

The man, who was originally sitting quietly, ’watching coldly’ as Skye fell into his arms, at this moment, timely reached out and tightly clasped Skye’s soft waist.

His other large hand caught Molly naturally, holding both of them firmly under his protection.

The two women, one big, one small, were steadily caught by Dylan Wellington, sheltered in his embrace.

And Dylan Wellington didn’t know that the two women instinctively protected in his arms,

were the two most important women in his life.

"Cough, cough, cough... sorry... I... cough..." A light cough abruptly brought Skye’s chaotic heart back.

Skye quickly pulled herself together and hugged Molly, retreating from Dylan Wellington’s embrace.

"Just slipped... Thanks..." Skye hurriedly thanked Dylan Wellington.

She looked apologetically at Mia Williams, who was sitting opposite, seemingly choked while drinking and finally better after a bout of gentle coughing.

She nodded slightly towards her.

Explaining seemed to be unnecessary; Skye didn’t want to say much. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by NoveI-Fire.ɴet

Fortunately, Mia Williams was a reasonable noble lady, wiping her mouth with a napkin, and instead took the initiative to say, "Miss Brown, right? I’m sorry, I choked on water just now, so impolite of me. Miss Brown, please sit... Ian and I were just talking about you and Molly, you two sit, and we’ll chat while eating."

Mia Williams showed the demeanor of a hostess, proudly accepting Dylan Wellington’s address of her as ’Mia’.

Although she noticed Skye’s deliberate ’dive into his arms’, because Dylan Wellington gave her face, she didn’t want to say much.

After all, when men socialize, there are always women throwing themselves over, as long as her place wasn’t shaken, even if Dylan Wellington really wanted to fool around with these women, it didn’t matter to her.

Mia Williams held a typical wealthy family lady mentality.

As long as the home remains stable, her husband’s affairs outside don’t matter.

Therefore, although she didn’t think much of Skye, she willingly helped Dylan Wellington arrange things calmly.

In the eyes of a noble woman like Mia Williams, this is being the composed and poised main wife, handling things gracefully without losing etiquette.

Skye really didn’t want to stay, but Molly quietly tugged at her sleeve.

Knowing the little lad wanted to stay, Skye placed her on the chair next to Dylan Wellington.

With that, there was only one vacant seat left, beside Mia Williams.

Skye hesitated a little, instinctively not wanting to sit there.

At this moment, Molly called out, "Molly wants to sit with Aunt Skye, Daddy... you sit across."

[Update completed, tomorrow night update changed to 10 PM to catch the high-speed train]