Don't Try to Escape, My Wife! novel Chapter 1539

Michele was worried that Morty might hurt Mommy as Dylan did, so she barged into the room, even though she knew she might disturb the two inside.

She was a little scared when Femando tried to stop her. Luckily, Lucas was with her.

Michele felt that Lucas had an overwhelming presence, and she was relieved with him as if he could solve all problems she worried about.

This was the first time she ever had this kind of feeling. She had always known that no one was as reliable as herself, so she has been pretty independent since she was a child. However, when she met Lucas, she wanted to rely on him and relax.

Morty heard the noise. When he saw her daughter holding a box of macarons in her hand, he couldn't help but smile. This feeling was natural, from deep in his heart. He didn't need to pretend or be cautious. He simply wanted to give his daughter all the best things in the world.

So this was the love a father naturally had for his daughter.

"Michele, what's the matter?"

Morty smiled so warmly that Michele immediately liked that handsome face.

"Lucas bought me a box of macarons. I want Mommy to try it first."

Michele was not as scared as she first came in.

Morty cast a glance at Lucas and was surprised to see that he also had one in his hand.

Morty remembered that Lucas didn't like sweet food, but he was a child, after all, so he said nothing about it.

Molly was thrilled. She beckoned Michele over with a wave.

"Mommy, please try it. It's so sweet."

Seeing her daughter's expectant eyes, Molly was almost moved to tears.

She nodded and took a bite. "Thank you, my baby."

"I love you, Mommy."

Michele turned around and handed it to Morty, "Daddy, would you like to have one, too?"

"Alright."

The expression on Molly's face immediately changed.

It was all right for her daughter to eat what she had bitten into, but it was awkward for Morty to have it.

"Wait..."

Before Molly could stop Morty, he had bitten off one of the macarons. He said to Michele while stroking her head, "I have something to discuss with Mommy. Can you go out and play with Lucas for a while?"

"Alright."

Michele barged into the room because she was worried about Mommy, but now that Mommy was fine and Morty was so gentle, she had no reason to stay. Besides, she really wanted to eat the macarons now.

Lucas said nothing but led Michele out.

The macaron was so sweet. And Morty felt so delighted.

He looked at Molly.

"It was just a macaron. You don't have to stop me, do you?"

Morty smiled slightly.

Molly blushed and quickly lowered her head.

"Michele likes you very much."

"Of course she likes me. She is my daughter."

Morty called Michele "daughter" so naturally.

"Eight years ago, you never thought that she might be my child?"

The thought that his daughter had been bullied by that bastard Dylan for so many years made Morty furious. He wished he could tear Dylan into pieces.

Molly was embarrassed and silent for a while.

Just as expected, he asked her this question.

"I never thought about it."

Morty wanted to say something, but seeing Molly's head getting lower and lower, those words stuck in his throat.

Molly used to be confident and full of energy and would always attract attention. However, she showed a sense of inferiority now and intentionally or unintentionally tried not to be noticed.

It broke Morty's heart. He whispered, "All these years, I've tried to be strong. I've kept myself busy. But I always think of you at night, so I never feel lonely. Molly, I have never forgotten you. I didn't look for you because I am afraid I might do stupid things. I thought you finally found your happiness as an ordinary person. I couldn't let myself ruin it. I regret not having asked for your information all these years."

"Enough."

It was heartbreaking for Molly, too.

They had split up for so many years.

They had a past, but they never had a chance to be together. However, they had a daughter they both loved very much.

Molly got into a tizzy. Her hands twisted the hem of her clothes like it was a rag.

It was familiar to Morty. Molly used to do it when she was nervous.

He suddenly laughed.

"Alright, I won't talk about it. From today on, you take care of Michele, and I'll take care of the rest."

"Are you leaving now?"

Molly knew that Morty was busy, but she was suddenly reluctant to let him go.

Molly was soon aware that she shouldn't have such feelings for Morty. She scolded herself for being shameless.

Who was her?