Handsome Guy, Please Marry My Mommy!Chapter 1
I was a socially anxious person, but I had a very outgoing daughter.
One moment of inattention, and she was already tugging at the sleeve of the man I'd had a crush on for years, whining, "Sir, my mom kisses your picture every night until the photo is worn out! Why don't you just be my dad?"
Dylan Turner gave me a deep look, his eyes filled with an emotion that was hard to decipher.
My scalp tingled, and my first instinct was to run, but he swiftly grabbed the back of my neck, lowering his voice with a hint of reproach.
"After all these years, you finally decided to come back?"
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The sudden ring of the doorbell woke me up. Groggily, I got out of bed and opened the door.
The next moment, a tall, drunken figure loomed over me, his voice deep and hoarse with a trace of sadness.
"Didn't you say you'd come tonight?"
Dylan Turner?
My mind was in a whirl.
Wasn't he supposed to confess to his childhood sweetheart tonight?
But he didn't give me a chance to think about it.
Because soon...
As the first light of dawn seeped in, I felt a bit stifled, like I was being restrained.
Unconsciously, I pushed, and the warmth of his skin jolted me awake.
His hot breath still lingered on my ear, like a dream.
I cautiously opened my eyes, and sure enough, there was Dylan Turner's handsome face.
I gasped, my mind racing, while my hands and feet slowly tried to move away.
Once I was free from his embrace, I quickly got out of bed, but ended up falling straight to the floor!
Damn!
The pain brought tears to my eyes!
But I gritted my teeth, stayed silent, and hurriedly dressed.
My back ached, my legs cramped, and for the first time, I cursed Dylan Turner in my heart.
Fully clothed, I glimpsed the red marks on my neck in the mirror, and my collar was unable to hide them. I cursed him again.
I turned to look at Dylan Turner, who was still asleep in bed.
Perhaps because of the alcohol, he was deeply asleep.
The blanket had slipped to his waist, revealing smooth skin and well-defined muscles.
I leaned over to cover him with the blanket.
As I did, I noticed the small marks on his neck, making my ears burn.
I couldn't help but try to wipe them away, only to realize they wouldn't come off.
Dylan Turner almost woke up by my action.
My application to study abroad in Anbugan had been approved.
Having made up my mind, I grabbed the luggage that I had packed yesterday and fled.