Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 388: Any man who tries to steal my wife, Malcom Moore, I will kill him.

Chapter 388: Chapter 388: Any man who tries to steal my wife, Malcom Moore, I will kill him.

Serena Sterling couldn’t stand it any longer and shouted towards Malcom Moore, "Malcom Moore!"

Upon hearing a woman’s voice, Malcom immediately looked up.

Seeing Serena with a pout and an unhappy face, Malcom promptly pushed aside the woman next to him and strode towards Serena, "Honey, you finally came out. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time."

While speaking, Malcom reached for Serena’s bag, asking warmly, "Why are you out so late today?"

Hearing Malcom call her his wife, instead of calming down, Serena’s temper flared even more fiercely.

She dodged Malcom’s attempt to grab her bag, furious, she shouted, "Who’s your wife! Stop shouting randomly here!"

"Of course it’s you, who else could it be?" Malcom gave Serena a cheeky smile.

"Hmph!" Serena snorted coldly, glancing at the women looking at them. She didn’t even know them, and said in a very jealous tone, "I’m not your wife, nor do I dare to be! Your harem is all there, staring eagerly. Being your wife would mean being torn apart!"

"What, jealous?" Malcom laughed, looking at Serena affectionately, explaining, "They aren’t my harem. I’ve never paid attention to them. It’s your husband’s immense charm that draws them in on their own. Luna, I’m a gentleman, it’s not suitable for me to drive away these harmless women one by one, is it?"

Malcom’s explanation only made Serena angrier.

She looked at Malcom coldly and said, "Since your charm is so great, you stay here and chat with these harmless women. I won’t accompany you any longer!"

After speaking, Serena turned to leave.

However, Malcom couldn’t possibly let her walk away from him.

He grabbed Serena’s hand, pulled her back, and asked affectionately, "What, really angry?"

Serena said nothing, turning her head away.

Seeing Serena was genuinely angry, Malcom immediately picked her up horizontally, cheekily saying, "Honey, don’t be angry. There are too many people here. How about I let you deal with me when we get back? Whether it’s kneeling on durian or a washboard, it’s up to you..."

Malcom’s voice was magnetic and gentle, and his way of coaxing made those infatuated women scream repeatedly.

"Ah! Young Master Morris, how can you be so handsome?"

"Young Master Morris, I won’t make you kneel on durian, nor on the washboard. As long as you’re willing to hold me, I’ll kneel on all these things!"

"Young Master Morris! Young Master Morris!"

...

Among the screams of many women, Serena was forced into the car by Malcom.

Malcom never once glanced at those screaming women, and after putting Serena into the car, he quickly closed the door and drove away.

The car drove all the way to the Western restaurant Malcom had reserved beforehand, where Malcom helped Serena out of the car and led her inside.

At that moment, Serena’s face was crimson red, while Malcom seemed unaffected.

Seeing Serena’s red face, Malcom asked gently, "Honey, why is your face so red?"

Serena: "..."

He actually dared to ask why her face was so red?

In front of those women, holding her and calling her his wife, and mentioning kneeling on durian and a washboard, how could her face not be red?

Originally, the two of them were justly friends, at most, long-time friends with some harmless flirtations. But the way he said it made it seem like they were really in a relationship or cohabiting.

Serena looked at Malcom and seriously said, "Malcom Moore, you mustn’t call me your wife anymore!"

After speaking, she solemnly added, "Did you hear me? Don’t call me that again!"

"No." Malcom replied decisively.

He looked at Serena and said with the semblance of seriousness, "Luna, sooner or later, you’re going to marry me. I’m just exercising my rights in advance, calling it naturally. What’s wrong with that?"

There was one thing Malcom didn’t say: he was just calling her that, and hadn’t exercised the actual rights yet.

But he was confident that through his persistent efforts, he would soon be able to exercise the real rights.

Serena’s face grew even redder, "What nonsense are you talking about. Who said I was going to marry you!"

Malcom looked at Serena and asked, "Luna, are you my girlfriend?"

Suddenly diverted to another topic, Serena nodded blankly, "Yes."

Malcom smiled, his eyes growing more affectionate, "Well, there you have it. Since you’re now my girlfriend, marrying me is just a matter of time."

Serena argued stubbornly, "Even boyfriends and girlfriends break up, don’t they? Besides, we’re only trying out a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, I never agreed to marry you!"

"Luna, we’ve long passed the trial phase of our relationship, we’re now truly boyfriend and girlfriend. Moreover, in my dictionary, there’s no such thing as breaking up."

After Malcom’s serious words, he continued with dominance, "And who else would you marry if not me? In this lifetime, besides me, no one would dare marry you!"

Serena looked at the serious, domineering man and confusedly asked, "Why? How could it be that no one would dare marry me?"

Meanwhile, internally she couldn’t help but argue: I’m not a witch, why wouldn’t anyone dare marry me? It sounds like, besides you, I, Serena Sterling wouldn’t find a husband!

Malcom looked at Serena, speaking even more seriously and convincingly, "The reason is simple. Any man who wants to marry you, competing with me for a wife, I will kill him!"

Serena felt speechless.

This man, how could he be so domineering!

Thinking of something, Serena looked at Malcom and asked, "Malcom Moore, what if another woman wants to compete with me for you, and wants to be your wife?"

Malcom smiled, speaking smugly, "Luna, I’m very popular. There are many women who want to compete with you for me and want to be my wife. So..."

Serena knew Malcom was trying to keep her in suspense, but she couldn’t help asking, "So what?"

Malcom reached out and grabbed Serena’s hand, seriously suggesting, "So you need to quickly marry me, become my wife, and not give those glamorous women a chance to steal me."

"Tch, narcissist!" Serena scoffed, "I won’t marry a philanderer like you who spreads love everywhere!"

After speaking, she muttered, "What’s mine is mine, no one can steal it. If it can be stolen, it only proves it shouldn’t have been mine in the first place."