Free Web NovelChapter 1583: Chapter 1583: Trying to Get His Attention
"Let go of Joy, do you even listen to reason? You’re holding him so tightly, you’re hurting little Joy!" Chloe White reached out to grab Ethan Ashworth.
Morgan Ashworth had been looking for his son all day, and was simmering with anger, planning to lash out at the little boy. Now that Chloe White was involved and trying to take his son, he was bewildered with rage.
"Get out of the way!" He held the little boy in one hand and swatted Chloe White with the other.
Chloe White, being quite agile, dodged his hand and snatched the little boy into her arms.
"You!" Morgan Ashworth was about to grab him back.
But Chloe White opened her mouth and bit down on his hand.
Hiss.
Morgan Ashworth yelped in pain; she bit hard, so hard that she drew blood.
He raised his hand, intending to slap her across her small face.
"Ah, Daddy, don’t hit my teacher Kiki!" Ethan Ashworth stood protectively in front of Chloe White.
Chloe White held the little boy in her arms, both of their big, round, watery eyes looked at him guardedly like hedgehogs.
What else could Morgan Ashworth say? Chloe White’s eyes really resembled Willow Crawford’s; even in panic, the clear stubbornness in them was just like hers. Now, she held the little boy, tears glistening in her eyes.
Ethan Ashworth also hugged Chloe White, his large eyes just like his mommy’s, and now he was looking at him as if he were an enemy.
The custody battle was utter chaos, and he was on the losing end, unable to win from either side.
Morgan Ashworth’s raised hand froze in mid-air, unable to strike.
"President." His trusted aide, Eleven, came over and advised, "President, young master now has his own thoughts. You need more communication between father and son, or else even if you forcefully take him back, he will run away again."
Morgan Ashworth took this opportunity to back down, looking at Chloe White, "Come over here, I have something to discuss with you."
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Morgan Ashworth stood at the entrance of the corridor, wondering how he got through the day. His whole world was in chaos as he searched everywhere for his son, his legs weak, his palms sweaty.
He had many bad thoughts: What if something happened to his son?
For three years, his son was the only belief that kept him going.
But now his son had grown, and didn’t want him anymore. His son’s heart and mind were all about his own mommy, and a mere teacher meant more to him than his father.
Morgan Ashworth desperately wanted a cigarette, but remembered he left in such a hurry that he forgot to bring any.
At this moment, footsteps sounded from behind, and Chloe White approached.
He had had her investigated. She was the little boy’s newly hired piano teacher, and it seemed the little boy liked her very much.
Morgan Ashworth’s gaze, dark and brooding, landed on her, "Speak, what are your intentions by getting close to my son?"
"What?" Chloe White didn’t expect him to ask this.
A mocking smile curled at Morgan Ashworth’s lips, "Last time you were in my hotel room, now you’re close to my son, becoming his piano teacher. You may not be pretty, but you sure are cunning."
Chloe White’s head buzzed, taking a few seconds to understand his meaning.
He suspected... she was deliberately getting close to him to attract his attention?
How could that be possible?
"Sir, I think you misunderstand, the last time was due to unforeseen circumstances, and this time it was by sheer coincidence. I met little Joy at the music school, I have no ulterior motives."
"Oh, really?" Morgan Ashworth clearly didn’t believe her, "Don’t tell me, you still don’t know who I am?"
