Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 390: Birthday…

Serena Sterling listened quietly, without saying a word, because she knew that at this moment, the man just needed her to listen quietly.

Malcom Moore continued with teasing, yet his voice was filled with sorrow as he recounted, "Back then, I loved crying, not at all like a boy... Charles Moore later saw that I was always crying and told me..."

At this point, Malcom Moore changed his tone, mimicking Charles Moore’s voice, and said, "Malcom, you’re a man. Even without Mommy, you need to learn to take care of yourself. Crying is of no use..."

After speaking, Malcom Moore caressed the soft hair of the girl and continued, "From then on, I never cried again. Even when I took over the family business at nineteen, I hadn’t cried since..."

"But, I don’t like celebrating birthdays either. Because once my birthday comes, I think of Mommy’s death, feeling that if it weren’t for my birthday, if Mommy hadn’t taken me to the amusement park, maybe such an accident wouldn’t have happened."

Serena Sterling looked at Malcom Moore with tenderness and spoke softly, "Malcom Moore, how can this be blamed on you? It was just an accident! Besides, your mommy, watching from heaven, surely wouldn’t want you to blame yourself because of this; she would want you to be happy and joyful."

Malcom Moore nodded, "Yes, Mommy loved me very much."

"Luna, thank you. Having you with me on my twenty-sixth birthday makes me very happy." Looking at Serena Sterling, Malcom Moore said with expectation, "I hope from now on, you can be by my side for every birthday."

Serena Sterling nodded affectedly, "Yes, I’ll always be with you."

Having said that, she left Malcom Moore’s embrace, stood up, found wine and glasses in Malcom Moore’s single apartment, and returned to his side with them. "Come on, Malcom Moore, let’s have a drink; happy birthday."

Just like that, the two drank an entire bottle of Lafite.

By the time they finished the whole bottle, both were drunk, and the candles on the cake had already burned out.

The candle wax ruined the beauty of the cake.

Looking at the ruined cake, Serena Sterling pouted, "Such a beautiful cake, ruined just like that, it’s really a pity!"

But then she laughed again, "But these candles are edible, so although the appearance is gone, it doesn’t affect eating. Besides, once it’s in your stomach, aesthetic doesn’t really matter."

Having said that, Serena Sterling started to giggle foolishly.

After giggling, she remembered something and pouted again, "But, we didn’t sing the birthday song, make a wish, or blow out the candles!"

"No way, how could we not sing the birthday song, make a wish, or blow out the candles?" Serena Sterling, drunk, stubbornly held onto Malcom Moore like a child, saying, "Come on, Malcom Moore, let’s sing the birthday song, make a wish, and blow out the candles now!"

Malcom Moore looked at the birthday cake with the burned-out candles, confused, and asked, "How do we sing the birthday song, make a wish, and blow out the candles now?"

Serena Sterling laughed, "You silly! Even though the candles are burned out, we can pretend they are lit. We can still go through the motions."

Having said that, Serena Sterling started singing first, "Happy birthday to you..."

Malcom Moore watched the woman with indulgence, sang along the birthday song with her, then followed her instructions to make a wish and pretended to blow out the candles, completing all the processes.

After that, he picked up the knife to cut the cake for Serena Sterling.

Although the candles were edible and there’s no harm in eating them, Malcom Moore carefully avoided the spots where wax had dripped and cut a small piece of cake for Serena Sterling.

He handed the cake to the starry-eyed girl, speaking indulgently, "Go ahead, little gourmand."

Serena Sterling took the cake and started eating, one bite at a time.

The small piece of cake quickly disappeared into her stomach.

After finishing the cake, Serena Sterling realized that Malcom Moore hadn’t eaten any.

She looked at Malcom Moore, puzzled, and asked, "Malcom Moore, why aren’t you eating the birthday cake?"

Serena Sterling ate the cake in a hurry, inevitably smearing creamy white frosting on her lips.

Looking at the girl’s playful, adorable appearance, Malcom Moore’s Adam’s apple moved, and he spoke in a slightly hoarse voice, "I’ll eat soon."

Serena Sterling nodded seriously, "That’s more like it, after all..."

Before she could finish her sentence, her lips were sealed by Malcom Moore’s.

Whether because of the intoxication, longing for his mother, or the tempting deliciousness before him, tonight’s Malcom Moore, at this moment, suddenly became overwhelmingly assertive.

He kissed with force, taking away all the oxygen the girl needed to live, taking away her soul and thoughts, leaving her only to become intoxicated with him in this face reddening, heart-pounding passionate kiss...

The temperature inside the single apartment rose steadily due to their heated kissing.

Gradually, such mere kisses were no longer enough to satisfy Malcom Moore.

He picked up Serena Sterling in his arms and strode into the bedroom.

While Serena Sterling was still unable to react, still lost in the lingering taste from the previous kiss, without regaining her senses, he laid her on the spacious bed and began kissing her again.

She reached out to block the man’s burning chest, refusing, and said, "Mal–, Malcom Moore, no..."

Malcom Moore’s chest was unbelievably hot, making Serena Sterling’s hand unable to find rest.

Not only that, his eyes appeared blood-red and terrifying, as if a whirlpool was dragging Serena Sterling’s soul.

Serena Sterling dared not meet his gaze, her misty eyes clutching onto him, looking pitifully.