Free Web NovelChapter 1576: Chapter 1576: The Little Bun Runs Away From Home
Although he reprimanded Eleven, Eleven’s guess was reasonable. He had thought about it too; she had someone else.
She remarried, starting a brand new life.
It’s possible she had children with another man, so she doesn’t want to see him or their Joy at all.
Her marriage must be very happy now; perhaps she’s hiding to prevent him and Joy from disturbing her life.
It must only be these possibilities, otherwise, he really can’t figure out why she suddenly disappeared.
Hate.
He really hates her!
Morgan Ashworth fell asleep. In his dream, someone called his name, "Miles Linden!"
He suddenly opened his eyes, and time warped back to many years ago, when he was still the young Miles Linden. A classmate beside him excitedly patted him on the shoulder and said, "Miles Linden, look quickly, that’s our school beauty, Willow Crawford. She’s so beautiful."
He looked up and saw the young girl, Willow Crawford, in the midst of a sea of people.
Back then, Willow wore a school uniform: a white shirt on top and a pleated skirt below, paired with white knee-high socks and round-toed leather shoes. Her ponytail was tied high, revealing a pure and stunning little face.
The scene shifted abruptly, and suddenly she was in his bed; they slept together. He rolled over and grabbed her soft waist with his big hands. Her face flushed as she clung to him, murmuring bashfully by his ear, "Honey! Honey!"
Morgan Ashworth suddenly opened his eyes; it was already the next day’s morning.
He dreamed again, dreamed of her.
Over these three years, he couldn’t remember how many times he had dreamed of her. She always tempted him in his dreams, doing some shameful things with him.
Morgan Ashworth raised a hand to cover his scarlet eyes. His brows and eyes were full of desolation and irritation as he got up and went into the bathroom to take a cold shower.
He was no longer the inexperienced young man of those days, his body matured into one of strong vigor. Sometimes, being alone for too long made him dream of her.
He really hated himself like this.
After showering and dressing, he came out with a bad complexion. The contours of his handsome face were covered with a layer of harsh frost.
He left the bedroom, but he did not see the little bundle in the living room.
He asked Mrs. Webb, "Has the young master not gotten up yet?"
Mrs. Webb replied respectfully, "Sir, it’s the weekend today, there’s no kindergarten, so I didn’t wake the young master. I thought to let him sleep a bit more, but now it’s about time. I’ll go wake him up."
Mrs. Webb went upstairs to wake Ethan Ashworth.
Morgan Ashworth entered the living room and picked up a newspaper, but the next second, a panicked scream came from upstairs, "Oh no! Sir, come quickly! The young master...is missing!"
What?
Morgan Ashworth froze, he tossed the newspaper and swiftly went upstairs. The room upstairs was empty; the little bundle on the bed had disappeared.
Where has Ethan Ashworth gone?
"Sir, the young master left you a note." Mrs. Webb picked up the note on the bedside table and handed it to Morgan Ashworth.
Morgan Ashworth glanced at it; the note had crooked characters and a few words using pinyin saying, "Daddy, I went to Grandma’s, don’t worry."
Morgan Ashworth was furious. The little bundle had left without a word and went to his Grandma’s. What if he got lost?
Over these three years, he had invested all his efforts into this little bundle, yet in the end he couldn’t keep him. All he thought about was his mom!
Morgan Ashworth quickly took out his phone and dialed a number.
