Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 1604

Chapter 1604

Charmine halted for a moment and explained, "It's impossible for me to date Maurice. He has his own things, and we're not from the same world. We can only be friends."

Chris was confused.

His Mommy treated that Grandpa well, and he did the same for her. Why did she seem as if she had nothing to hold onto anymore?

Chris hated that douche of a father so badly.

Anthony had reduced his willful, proud Mommy into such a state. All Charmine wanted to do was to shut herself down and forget her identity.

Distressed, Chris bit his lip as tears pooled in his eyes. "Mommy, I don’t want you to stay here alone! Waa...!"

Chris wailed as if someone was dying.

Charmine merely ruffled his hair. "It’s okay. This is the life that Mommy wants."

Chris felt affronted. Charmine used to cave in whenever he cried before, but now...

Even though he sobbed vehemently, Charmine did not back down on her decision.

She really wanted to be alone and live in this village silently.

No! He must not give in; he had to think of something else!

Charmine patted Chris' back. "Good boy. Don't be sad. Try to sleep."

Chris sobbed quietly. Even though he wanted to convince her again, he thought of something and found a comfortable position to close his eyes.

The lavender essential oil sent over by a person, one Charmine had yet to identify, wafted in the room. Smelling it, Charmine fell asleep in no time.

However, a few minutes later, the deeply asleep Chris suddenly opened his eyes wide. They gleamed like two diamonds.

He stared at Charmine, and after making sure that she was fast asleep, he flipped over and carefully got out of bed.

He walked over to the router by the window and picked up his phone to message Anthony.

How was she with Maurice?

This thought appeared in his mind, but a self-deprecating smile made its way to his face.

They were fine, of course.

She would give up her own life to save him. She must have truly loved him.

Maurice was a gentleman. What could go wrong?

Anthony thought of how Charmine and Maurice were spending time together. At the thought, his heart sank as he struggled to breathe properly.

He turned into the room and took up a bottle, drinking away his woes.

The alcohol was meant to numb him, but the more he drank, the sharper his mind became. He forced himself not to think of Charmine. He knew that she was doing well, and he had to let go of her.

Despite that, images of Charmine haunted him.