novelraw Chapter 679 - 689 Follow-up (1)
Chapter 679 - 689 Follow-up (1)
Qiao Mo’s heart felt very pained, as she lay with her back to him, she opened her eyes, never believing they could feel so distant.The room was very quiet, so quiet she could hear his very soft breathing.
At this moment, a warm body suddenly hugged her tightly from behind, and his lips lightly kissed her shoulder, as if afraid of losing her.
Having not shed a single tear all day, in this moment, Qiao Mo’s eyes suddenly felt sour, and a cascade of tears uncontrollably flowed down.
She lightly bit her lip, trying hard to endure, yet her body was slightly tense, remaining motionless. Trying her best to appear as if nothing was amiss.
His chest was warm, but even so, she still felt very cold at this moment.
Even if the sun shone on her all day, even if the window was tightly shut at this moment, even if the room was very warm, she still felt very cold, so cold it made her feel miserable.
Neither of them seemed sleepy, he just quietly held her, never giving an explanation for today’s events.
The night was very long, and it wasn’t until the sunrise of the next day that Qiao Mo gradually started to feel a bit drowsy.
In a drowsy haze, it seemed like someone placed a kiss on her forehead.
She thought it was a dream, sweet under the morning sun.
But in the next instant, she dreamt of him leaving, mercilessly abandoning her, leaving her alone to guard the empty spot.
Qiao Mo suddenly woke up from this, drenched in cold sweat, suddenly sitting up in bed.
She didn’t know how long she had been asleep, but looking to her side, the bed was already cold, long since devoid of his presence.
She looked up at the clock on the wall, it was half-past six.
Throwing off the quilt, without even wearing shoes, she ran out of the bedroom, starting to search all over the second floor for him.
But she searched every room, and this vast second floor had only her alone.
In an instant, Qiao Mo ran barefoot to the first floor again, not caring about the cold tiles underfoot, upon seeing Uncle Zhong she immediately rushed forward with her hair disheveled: "Uncle Zhong, where is Fu Nancheng?"
Uncle Zhong paused slightly, looked at Qiao Mo and said warmly: "Madam, the floor is cold."
Saying this, he turned to ask someone to bring a pair of slippers and a shawl for Qiao Mo.
"Madam is now with child, so she should take care of herself."
Hearing herself being addressed as Madam made a flicker of mockery flash in Qiao Mo’s eyes. She softly mocked herself: "I am not his wife, we neither married nor registered. You should call me by my name or Miss Qiao."
Uncle Zhong paused, seemingly not expecting Qiao Mo to answer this way.
"But you are carrying the Young Master’s child."
Qiao Mo lowered her head, gently stroking her belly: "But that doesn’t mean anything."
Uncle Zhong was silent.
Qiao Mo didn’t dwell on the topic any longer and asked again: "Where is Fu Nancheng?"
"The Young Master has gone to the company."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Mo instinctively took a step back, then revealed a trace of self-mockery: "He’s really dedicated to his work, isn’t he..."
After saying this, Uncle Zhong tried to say something, but didn’t know how to begin.
And Qiao Mo didn’t wait for his answer, she turned and slowly walked back up the stairs.
It really is laughable.
The groom who didn’t show up all day at the wedding, didn’t even offer an explanation, yet woke up early the next morning to go to the company. What exactly is he thinking, what does he take her for?
Qiao Mo hugged her arms, sitting by the window all day. Constantly staring out at the sea beyond the window.
Past memories floated in her mind, tragic, crazy, obsessive, and beautiful ones.