Chapter 137-bad girl

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Chapter 137: Chapter 137-bad girl Linda’s younger son had absolutely no interest in women. He spent all his time at school—either lecturing students or locking himself away in the lab. The elder one? Oh, he was interested in women all right—far too interested. So much so that he ended up ruining his chances with the best girl he ever had. Whenever Linda saw Tiffany and Daniel, already holding their grandchildren, she felt utterly defeated. When Laurent told her that Lilian wouldn’t be coming back, Morrison didn’t know whether to believe it or not. Part of him believed it—after all, she had been cold and resolute for over a year now. She hadn’t even come home for the New Year, the one time families were supposed to be together. If she could skip that, why would she come for a baby shower? But another part of him still hoped. She had been gone long enough, hadn’t she? Lilian was a kind, filial girl. Wouldn’t she at least come back to visit her parents? Once all contact with her had been cut off, Morrison pinned his only hope on her return to Burg Eltz. He even asked a friend at the airport to monitor incoming flights for any sign of her. Throughout the past year, there had been Tiffany’s birthday, Daniel’s birthday, even old Mr. Washington’s birthday—he thought she might come back for any one of them. But every time, silence. The period he looked forward to the most was the New Year. He called his airport friend several times a day, every day, desperate for news. The poor man was annoyed to death by the end of it. And yet, she never came. Morrison was crushed. Even the New Year lost its warmth without her. He never imagined she could be so heartless—to miss even that. Now, the biggest event after the New Year was Dave’s son’s baby shower. If she didn’t return this time, Morrison truly didn’t know when anyone would see her again. As usual, Morrison had his friend check the flight lists days ahead. But the moment she finally returned, he was away on urgent business. By the time he came back, she was already staying with the Washingtons—and the baby shower day had arrived. It was set for Sunday, at noon, with a hall full of guests. That morning, Morrison stood in his room, changing clothes over and over again. No matter what he wore, it never felt right. He had been banished from home for half a month, but the night before, Linda made Karl call him back for dinner. Over the meal, she scolded him thoroughly—reminding him that Lilian was back, and this was his chance to win her heart again. He didn’t argue. He didn’t need to. It wasn’t as though he didn’t want to win her back. If only it were that simple. The entire Mo family would attend the baby shower. Karl could’ve skipped it, but Linda forced him to go—hoping he’d meet some girls and "expand his social circle." Karl wasn’t thrilled. So while Karl stayed laid-back and nonchalant, Morrison grew more and more tense, as if the weight of the entire day sat squarely on his shoulders. Karl threw on a suit without much thought and wandered into Morrison’s room, bored out of his mind. The moment he stepped in, he was greeted by a mountain of clothes piled high on the bed—clearly, Morrison had tried on several outfits and still wasn’t satisfied. Leaning against the wall, Karl smirked. "Bro, are you starting a fashion show here?" Morrison was in the middle of pulling off a white shirt, his lean, defined muscles catching the morning light. Karl, a man himself, couldn’t help but swallow hard. "Damn... with a body like that, I should probably start hitting the gym too." Morrison shot him a cold look and went back to sorting through his clothes. Karl clicked his tongue twice, half amused, half pitying. Oh, this brother of mine... he’s really gone under this time. Such a good body, that face, that rare presence—and yet he still had no confidence in his own clothes. All because of one girl he hadn’t seen in over a year... Not to rain on his parade, but Karl wasn’t even sure Lilian would spare him a glance. Meanwhile, his brother was tearing apart his wardrobe for her. In the end, Morrison listened to Karl’s advice and settled for a crisp white shirt. Karl said it made him look younger, and that alone was enough for him. Funny thing was, Morrison couldn’t even remember when he started needing validation from other people just to feel confident. Another year had passed. Thirty-four now—almost thirty-five. Not so young anymore. People his age, like Dave, already had kids—two, in fact. Morrison arrived at the baby shower early, thinking Lilian would be there helping out. But when he walked in, only Dave was bustling about. No Laurent, no Lilian, no one else from the Washington family. His heart sank, but he forced a polite smile, handed over his gift, and said, "Congratulations." Congratulations on a happy family of four—while he remained alone. Dave glanced at him, accepted the gifts, and replied in a flat tone, "Thanks. The banquet won’t start for a while yet, so feel free to find a seat." With that, he turned and went back to work. Of course Dave knew why Morrison had shown up this early. But he chose to ignore it. Lilian was back now. Whatever outsiders like them did to stop it would mean nothing. And if she had chosen to return, she must have her reasons—whether to let go completely, or for something else entirely. This time, Dave found her changed—more mature, more determined. Once, they had sheltered her so well she would listen to their every suggestion. But now... she had her own mind. So, Dave decided—it was best to leave whatever was between her and Morrison for them to deal with. Morrison followed him a few steps, his voice low and even. "Need me to help with anything?" Dave glanced down at the checklist in his hand, flipped it open, and shook his head. "Most of it’s already taken care of." It had been so long—too long—since the two of them, once perfectly in sync, had spoken like this, without tension. Since Dave said there was nothing he needed, Morrison didn’t press further. He slipped away, found a quiet corridor, and lit a cigarette. The smoke curled in the air, and that’s when he saw her. Not far away, under the eaves, stood a girl with her back to him, phone pressed to her ear. Her voice... soft, warm, like the echo of a memory he had nursed for over a year. She wore a light green dress, fresh and vibrant, a color that seemed to breathe life into the dull hall. It ended mid-thigh, revealing a pair of long, slender legs. On her feet—delicate heels. Chic. Effortless. And at her ankle, a faint, thin black tattoo—barely visible from this distance. He couldn’t make out the design, only that the dark ink wrapped around her pale skin in a way that felt... dangerously alluring. This voice. That figure. Morrison didn’t need her to turn around to know. It was her. His brows knitted as his gaze lingered on that tattoo. In his memory, she had always been the good girl—well-mannered, gentle. But that little mark, placed just there, carried a whisper of rebellion. A hint of a "bad girl." It made him frown. He wanted to move, to step forward and call her name. But his feet wouldn’t budge—rooted to the floor as if chained. His lips parted, but no sound came out. For over a year, he had longed for this moment—even in dreams. Yet now that she was here, truly here, all he could do was stare. Eyes fixed on her. Not blinking. Even as the cigarette burned down and seared his fingers... he didn’t feel a thing.

Chapter 137-bad girl

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