Mr Carroll Went Crazy After Divorce

Half an hour later, the car stopped.

“Mr Carroll, here we are.” David lowered his voice in case he would frighten Morgan. He pulled over the car and opened the door for Sion, “Do you need any help, Mr Carroll?”

“No. Thanks.” Said Sion. He opened his eyes and was about to get off, but he found the little girl asleep on his shoulder. No wonder she didn’t say anything all the way.

The dim and warm car light shone on her chubby face, which was as smooth as jade. All at once, Sion felt like he’d been touched by something deep down. A feeling was growing stronger and stronger inside.

He wondered if Aurora was still alive, their children would be as adorable as the girl beside him. Thinking of it, Sion felt heartbroken again, which had taken his breath away. How he wished Aurora was still alive! He pulled himself together, moved a little and carried little Morgan out of the car carefully.

Seeing it, David asked hurriedly, “Mr Carroll, you need help?”

It wasn’t something that Sion would do.

“Open the door for me.”

“OK.” David followed them upstairs and strode forward to open the door.

Sion trod lightly maybe because Morgan was asleep, and he held her head gently.

“It’s good. You can go now.” Said Sion in a low voice, “I’ll call you tomorrow if I need anything.”

“OK.” David tried hard to swallow the shock and left.

Sion got into the house with Morgan in his arms and had difficulty taking off his shoes. The girl seemed to know it and woke up right in time. She looked around confusingly and realized she was lying in Sion’s arms. Oddly, she felt warm. It was a feeling that she never had before.

“You are awake?”

Morgan cowered back a little when hearing his voice and looked as frightened as earlier. Sion put on his slippers and carried her with one hand.

“Do you remember anything now?” asked Sion.

In his knowledge, a little girl about her age could remember her family. Anyway, it didn’t help if she remained silent all time. She would be more scared if she was taken to the police officer.

Before she could say anything, Morgan heard her stomach grumbling. They both looked down at her stomach. Morgan pouted and felt a little embarrassed. It was her stomach growling. She was starving and pointing to her tummy with her little chubby fingers.

Sion looked at her carefully, trying to get something in her gesture. She must be dumb, he thought.

Morgan was a little anxious to see him doing nothing. She pulled his shirt cautiously, frowned and pointed to her stomach and then her mouth.

“Are you hungry?”

Morgan nodded.

“One moment.”

Sion carried her to the living room and suddenly felt sorry for her. She was lovely but she turned out to be dumb. He put her on the couch, “Play here. I’ll go make you something to eat.”

Morgan blinked her eyes and nodded. Sion stood up and went into the kitchen. Morgan looked at his back and felt relieved and less frightened. Once again, she looked around out of curiosity.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Did he live here? It seemed he lived alone.

Morgan was so curious that she got off the couch. She patted her butt a little and then looked here and there.

How come his place was totally different from hers?

She walked around the living room, with her eyes brightening up when she saw all those new things. She was attracted to some, but just touched them lightly, fearing that she would break any of them. Her little bunches shook back and forth as she walked here and there. She was very adorable.

Sion came out to check on her from time to time and found it an eye candy when she looked around curiously. He smiled and went back to the kitchen.

Morgan finished seeing around the living room and saw Sion return to the kitchen. She plucked up and went over to him. In the kitchen, Sion was standing in front of the gas cooker. He was tall and big. The apron gave him a vibe of a family guy. He did everything skillfully and leisurely as if he was doing artwork. Morgan stared at him and seemed to be lost in thought.

Sion turned back and met her eyes, “You’ve finished visiting the room?”

Morgan nodded a little and pointed to the pot behind him, looking like a little cherubic fairy that fell into the world accidentally.

Sion smiled and squat down to talk with her, “It’ll be right done. Hold on a minute, OK?”

He looked at her and suddenly found her eyebrows very familiar. He was stunned but couldn’t be sure where he had seen them before.

Morgan looked at him, stepped forward and took a small piece of vegetable off his apron. Sion was surprised and burst into laughter. He thought it would be nice if she was his daughter.

Morgan was emotionless, but at least, she could look straight at Sion. She looked at his dark eyes, which were bright and beautiful like gems, and thought her deadbeat dad wasn’t as bad as she had imagined. An odd feeling grew inside.

Sion put the noodles on the table, took off the apron and took Morgan to wash her hands. Morgan stood on a small chair and reached out to point at the liquid soap. She wanted him to help get some. Sion helped her squeeze some liquid soap immediately. Morgan washed her hands and waited for Sion to dry them. Then they returned to the dining room.

Morgan was a little foodie. She began pigging out before Sion gave her the plate. She looked up at him every now and then and buried herself in eating again.

“The noodles taste so good! It’s better than mom’s cooking.” she thought.

Oh, on! All at once, Morgan stopped eating and looked guilty and regretful.

Undoubtedly, mommy’s food was the best in the world. Theodore had told her that Sion was a bad guy and he had hurt mommy. Thinking of it, Morgan became upset, wishing that he had never hurt their mommy.