Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 34

"Do you want Daddy to marry your Mommy?" Arthur bent down slightly and asked kindly.

‘Marry my mommy?’

Christopher was stunned and his eyes widened.

Did this scumbag want to marry Mommy? Did it mean that although he did something wrong to Mommy, he didn't deserve to die? If he could marry Mommy, then they would be a family. He and Jen also had a relationship with daddy, isn't this great!

He knew how hard Mommy was in the United States. It was too hard for a person to finish school and work to earn money to take care of him and Jen.

The key was that even if Daddy was rich, he was still so handsome. He was totally worthy of Mommy!

If Daddy really married Mommy, Mommy would not hate him so much!

A family that loved each other, how wonderful!

His dark eyes shone brightly.

"Then after you marry Mommy, will Mommy be able to eat well, dress well, and live here? You'll be nice to her, right?" He asked cautiously.

"Of course."

"Great, do you keep your word?" He asked in a coquettish voice, somewhat disbelieving.

"Of course, Daddy's words always count. Don't worry, I'll marry your mommy soon." Looking at his son's eager eyes, Arthur curled his lips slightly and patted Christopher's little head.

"It's getting late. Go to bed now." Christopher was very satisfied now. He nodded and yawned. Her short legs suddenly climbed onto the soft bed.

This big soft bed was so soft and comfortable.

"You...? Aren't you supposed to be dead?" Arthur's expression rapidly changed. The cigar slipped from his hand as he stood up.

"Mr. Bridgewater, what are you saying? Isn't it a bit harsh to declare someone dead upon our first meeting?" she responded sarcastically, her words sharp. "Do you want to curse me to death, or would you prefer to see me alive?"

His handsome face shifted through several shades, and his eyes grew suspicious. Yet, his experience helped him regain his composure.

After all, Sylvia wasn't the type to take her own life. He had almost believed it back then, but now, he realized it was a mistake.

"So, why are you here?" He put his hands in his trouser pockets, his tone casual, though his eyes remained cold.

Sylvia smiled coldly, "It's quite peculiar. Your company invited me to discuss potential cooperation, yet your demeanor doesn't reflect sincerity. Perhaps this isn't worth my time; I'll take my leave."

She turned to exit the room.