Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire
Chapter 762

Chapter 762

In fact, there was no so-called "mother-and-son love" between Bud and his mother. They seemed more like superior and subordinate, but maybe because the moonlight that day was too gentle, he was silent for a while and slowly walked over.

The woman raised her hand to hold his face and seemed to be talking to herself, "You have grown up..."

"Time flies too fast," she said. "I still remember when you were a baby. You wanted me to carry you as soon as you saw me."

All of a sudden, Bud's body stiffened. He didn't know what to say, but maybe he didn't have time to say anything. Soon, the woman's expression froze, and she asked in a soft voice, "... Did you just kill someone before coming back? The smell of blood on your body is so strong."

"..." Bud said, "Mother, have you forgotten? It's you who asked me to..."

Before he could finish his words, the woman suddenly let go of him. She took two steps back, and the expression on her face could almost be called ferocious."... You are not like his son."

"...What?"

The woman seemed to be looking at a horrible monster, and the expression on her face was full of horror. She grabbed Bud's hand with great force, and her nails almost sank into his skin and flesh. "You shouldn't be like this... You shouldn't be like this! You should..." She gasped for breath. "You should be very clean...

You should be like the rising sun. How can you... kill people?!"

Her voice was like a sharp knife, dripping with blood as it cut through the exposed skin. The young man lowered his head and looked at the woman's beautiful face. He said in a hoarse voice, "... Isn't this the task you gave me? Since I was a child, only when I completed the task will you be happy and praise me."

"It's not like this... It's not like this..." The woman muttered to herself. Then, she suddenly raised her head.

There was a kind of stubborn and repressed madness. Her slender fingers suddenly grabbed his neck. She was so strong that blue veins stood out on the back of her hand.

A strong sense of suffocation and pain spread. Bud could easily push her away, but under the pale moonlight, he slowly closed his eyes. He thought that if he died like this... it should be good.

But he didn't die, because the woman seemed to have woken up, and her fingers loosened in an instant.

The feeling of cold air pouring in from his throat was not very good. Bud coughed violently and almost coughed out blood. He was weak and half kneeling on the ground, his fingers tightly clutching the gorgeous handmade carpet.

Why didn't you kill me? Why did you let me live? Why did you let me live in such a humble and poor way?

Baby." The woman hugged him with tears all over her face, just like when he was a child. Her voice was filled with anxiety and love. "What's wrong? Are you all right?"

She sobbed desperately. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry. It's all my fault. Baby, can you forgive me?"

Bud looked at her quietly for a while, maybe for a moment, or maybe for more than ten seconds. He smiled, but the smile was extremely fake. "I won't blame you."

The woman cried out loud in his arms and murmured sorry. Bud gently stroked her back to comfort her, but the expression on his face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and he said coldly, "Come on."

"Take Madam back to have a rest."

"She's sick," the young man said in an indifferent tone. He was half kneeling under the light of the sky, and his eyelashes were drooping.