Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 395: The Clone in River City Was Mistaken for Young Master Davies…
I’ve heard that she’s living well in Whitehill now, not only has she found her biological father, but her eyesight has also been restored.
He really wants to know, now that her eyesight is back, what will her expression be like when she sees him?
More than that, he’s curious about how dazzling those previously blank eyes of such a beautiful woman would be once they regain their sparkle?
It’s just that, with her vision restored, how should he approach her?
If she meets him, will she recognize that he is not Adrian Davies?
Will she think he’s a freak?
Will she believe he shouldn’t even exist in this world?
...
The clone has too many doubts and uncertainties in his heart; it is precisely because of the person he likes that he’s experienced so many emotions, emotions a normal person should have.
And even though there are so many doubts and uncertainties, he knows clearly that he wants to kill Adrian Davies, and he must do it without anyone knowing.
So, during the week when Adrian Davies returned to River City, the clone was constantly scheming ways to get close to Adrian and contemplating how to kill him.
However, even as he watched Adrian Davies leave River City, he couldn’t find an opportunity to kill him, nor could he even get near him.
As long as Adrian Davies is around, he can only scuttle around like a mouse, hiding, concealing...
That day, the clone went to CC Pub for a drink.
Knowing that Adrian Davies had already left River City, he dared to be so bold, coming here to drink and vent his unsettled, directionless, and chaotic heart.
Adrian Davies was a regular at CC Pub.
Almost all the staff here knew Adrian Davies’s identity; they knew he was a friend of their boss, Young Master Morris, and they also knew that every time Adrian came, he would go to their boss’s exclusive booth.
Seeing the clone come in, thinking it was Adrian Davies, the waiter spoke respectfully, "Young Master Davies."
The clone nodded and strode inside.
"Young Master Davies, are you going to the booth? Let me take you there," the waiter said respectfully, running ahead to lead the way.
At the booth door, he opened the door for the clone, "Young Master Davies, please come in."
The clone walked in with a cold expression.
The waiter followed, asking respectfully, "Young Master Davies, is there anything you’d like?"
The clone looked at the waiter and said coldly, "Alcohol."
"Okay, please wait, Young Master Davies. I’ll get it for you right away," the waiter said before leaving to fetch the alcohol.
Soon, the waiter returned with a tray.
The tray contained the drinks that Adrian Davies and Malcom Moore often drank.
The waiter placed the drinks down and looked at the clone, "Young Master Davies, do you have any other requests?"
The clone waved his hand, "No, you can leave now."
"Yes!" The waiter left, closing the booth door behind him.
The clone grabbed a stem glass, poured himself a drink, and began drinking one glass after another alone.
As he drank the third glass, a flamboyantly dressed woman pushed open the booth door, swaying her hips as she walked in, "Director Davies, long time no see!"
The woman spoke as she approached the clone, "Director Davies, why are you drinking here alone? How about I keep you company for a drink?"
The clone glanced at the woman without saying anything.
His silence, in the woman’s eyes, was consent.
The woman was overjoyed and immediately sat down beside the clone with a smile.
"Young Master Davies, let me pour you a drink." The woman leaned close to the clone, scrutinizing his expression as she poured him a glass.
In her eyes, the person beside her was the president of the Davies Group, Adrian Davies.
In the past, whenever Adrian came here, no woman could get close to him. Yet just because of his Davies Group status, many people still tried to approach him.
But he always had bodyguards around, and those bodyguards were all unapproachable, so even if those women weren’t afraid of death, there wasn’t a chance for them to court death.
But today was different. Earlier, she saw clearly from outside that today, Young Master was here drinking alone, without those annoying bodyguards.
Also, seeing his demeanor, it seemed he was troubled by something, so she quickly came over to try her luck.
As long as she could have any relation with this Young Master, even if nothing happened this time, just drinking with him and getting close was good enough.
After all, once there is a first time, there won’t be a concern for a second time.
So she mustered the courage to enter the booth.
She originally thought that if this person showed even a little displeasure, she would just greet him and leave immediately.
But evidently, her luck was good today; not only did Young Master Davies not drive her away, she got close to him and even poured him a drink.
The clone was unhappy; he was here just to drink.
Since the woman poured him a drink, he accepted without refusal and drank it down.
Seeing Young Master Davies drink the alcohol she poured, the woman was overjoyed. Not only did Young Master Davies let her get close, but he also drank the alcohol she poured. My god! Does Young Master Davies have feelings for her?
The woman grew even bolder.
She leaned halfway against the clone, her snake-like fingers touching the clone’s shirt, eager to slide under it and touch the man’s firm, strong muscles.
At the same time, she pouted sweetly, "Young Master..."
But just as her fingers touched the man’s shirt and before any further actions or words could occur, the booth door was pushed open from outside.
Malcom Moore walked in, speaking as he came, "Adrian, I heard you were here. Why are you drinking alone..."
At this point, Malcom Moore’s words abruptly stopped.
He saw the woman sitting close next to the clone and her improper hand reaching for the clone.
Malcom Moore’s dark eyes assessed the two, "Uh, you guys?"
The clone said nothing, continuing to drink his wine.
It was the woman who withdrew her hand, giving Malcom Moore a charming smile, "Young Master, why are you here?"
Malcom Moore was still in shock from what he had just witnessed.
He clearly saw the woman’s hand about to go under that shirt and touch Adrian’s skin.
And the perfume scent on this woman was so strong, although that didn’t matter to him because he was already used to it, but Adrian was different, wasn’t he?
Wasn’t Adrian most averse to these things?
And with this woman so close to Adrian, did he not mind?
Realizing something, Malcom Moore sincerely felt happy for his friend.
He looked at the clone, laughing heartily, "Adrian, you are okay! Haha... this is great!"
