CHAPTER 309: CHAPTER 309: BRAT, DID YOU SUCCEED?

Malcom Moore laughed and playfully pinched Serena Sterling’s nose. "Alright, your mom won’t object!"

Serena’s eyes were locked onto Malcom’s, noticing that there was no sign of it subsiding, making her feel embarrassed.

Malcom suddenly leaned in closer to Serena, whispering dangerously in her ear, "Luna, are you satisfied with what you see? Hmm? If you keep looking like that, I guarantee we won’t need to open the door today."

Serena was completely puzzled.

What does looking have to do with opening the door?

If he opened the door and her mom saw, what then? This guy is acting like nothing is happening, she’s going to die of shame!

Seeing her confused look, Malcom’s voice grew huskier, "I can’t leave now, I just want to devour you! Otherwise, this can’t..."

Serena finally understood.

She quickly stepped back, blushing as she scolded, "Malcom, my mom is outside!"

Malcom raised an eyebrow, "Who told you to keep staring? It seems like Luna, you’re the one seducing me!"

At this moment, Victoria’s voice rang out at the door, "Luna, if Malcom hasn’t left, let him stay over. It’s late, and driving isn’t safe. I’ve already tidied up the guest room next door."

Malcom brushed off his suit pants and walked to the door, opening it.

He looked at Victoria at the door, still as gentlemanly and calm as ever, "Thank you, ma’am. I’ll talk with Luna for a bit, then I’ll rest in the guest room."

"Okay," Victoria nodded, and advised, "Don’t stay up too late, get some rest." Then she turned and left.

After Victoria left, Malcom closed the door behind him.

He approached Serena and hugged her, "Luna, let’s continue!"

Serena immediately pushed Malcom away, firmly refusing, "No! Malcom, you should leave, my mom definitely knows what we’re up to."

"Let her know, I will marry you sooner or later," Malcom said, adding, "Besides, it’s your mom who asked me to stay here."

Serena rolled her eyes, "My mom meant the guest room, not my room!"

"It’s all the same! Didn’t you notice how your mom didn’t say anything and just left?" Malcom laughed mischievously, saying this as he pulled Serena onto the bed again...

They kissed once more, but just at the last moment, Serena pushed Malcom away, "Malcom, no!"

Malcom withdrew his hand from the girl’s little waist, pinched her face affectionately, his voice hoarse but filled with emotion, "Alright, I won’t force you."

But just as Serena was about to be moved, Malcom’s cheeky voice came again, "Anyway, we’ve kissed enough for tonight, so I’ll let you go for now. But next time, let’s see where you run to! And if this happens a few more times, you’ll definitely wear me out!"

Saying that, Malcom exhaled, abruptly stood up, and walked towards the bathroom.

Serena’s face turned crimson. She pulled the covers over her head.

Ahhh... Serena, are you crazy?

How could you, how could you almost...

When Malcom came out of the bathroom, Serena was already ’asleep’ under the covers.

Looking at the lump under the covers, Malcom smiled indulgently, opened the door and walked out.

He went straight to the guest room next door, and before daylight, he returned to the Morris family.

Upon entering, he saw Charles Moore sitting in the living room, which surprised Malcom a bit.

He looked at Charles, teasingly saying, "Oh, why are you up so early today, old man?"

Charles glared, "It’s because of you, you rascal!"

Though Malcom had enjoyed going out these past years, except for right after that incident when he stayed out all night, it was the first time in years.

Back then, even during that time, his all-nighters were spent drinking his troubles away at a bar.

This time, however, he’d already confirmed that the rascal hadn’t gone to a bar!

Malcom raised an eyebrow, "Because of me?"

Charles glared at him, full of disapproval, "Tell me, you rascal, where did you go messing around last night?!"

Without giving Malcom a chance to speak, he continued, "Since you have feelings for the Sterling family’s daughter, better keep your heart in check! If she finds out you stay out all night like this, how could she possibly agree to marry you?"

Malcom chuckled, ambiguously saying, "Old man, what if I told you, I went messing around with the Sterling family’s daughter last night?"

Charles was taken aback, looking at Malcom in surprise, "You rascal, are you serious?"

Malcom laughed, affirming, "Serious, more real than gold!"

Charles was instantly elated.

His face broke into a smile, praising, "Good, you rascal!"

Then he looked at Malcom, concernedly asking, "Did you succeed, rascal? You know, I can’t wait to have a grandchild!"

Malcom was speechless.

Where did that come from?

He just found the girl cute, fitting his tastes, and thought marrying her wouldn’t be bad. Having kids seemed too soon, didn’t it?

He was still thinking about enjoying their time together!

However...

Having kids didn’t seem too bad either!

Adrian’s adorable little ones were simply heart-melting, and if he had his own, he could flaunt them in front of Adrian Davies.

Malcom looked at Charles and said straightforwardly, "Want a grandchild? You’ll have to wait a while!"

Charles’s face immediately fell.

He looked at Malcom with disdain, "I knew you were useless, rascal!"

Malcom: "..."

Criticized for being slow?

Who was it back then that said not to force her?!

Oh well, it’s all in the family. Let him complain if he wants.

Malcom turned and went upstairs.

Lying on the bed, thinking about the events of the previous night, Malcom was still quite stirred.

Over the years, no girl like her had ever sparked such a desire in him, not even her in the past.

But last night, she did.

In that instant, he really wanted to win that girl over.

Even now, just thinking about her scent made his body heat up...

Malcom dared not think further.

He took a deep breath, resting his hands behind his head.

An ink painting hung on the opposite wall, unexpectedly coming into his view.

Just from the style of the painting, it was easy to see: it wasn’t some famous artist’s work, but rather the work of a newcomer who just started on the path of painting.