Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy
Chapter 847

J-ack Wayne's words caused John Wayne's face to darken. He turned his head towards the window; as a father, the act of exposing his old feelings on the spot could also be considered a very embarrassing thing.

Jack Wayne was John Wayne's only son, the father and son pair had never warm relationship ever since they were young, it was always light. If it wasn't for the fact that they were connected by blood, Jack Wayne would probably distance himself from his father.

He realized that the personalities that he had wanted to get rid of were slowly being inherited into his body. Ambition, perseverance, even knowing that it was a fire pit, he still wanted to jump into it. "Your mother has been gone for a few years. I think that I have treated her quite well, and have done my duty as a father to you." After a long while, John Wayne sighed, and his tone carried a hint of grief. Jack Wayne nodded his head, "Yes, you treat her well, but you do not love her. You treat me well, because I am your only son, your legacy!"

John Wayne was still able to hear the resentment in his son's tone and laughed self-deprecatingly, "It can only be said sorry. Before I married your mother I once deeply loved a woman. And your mother willingly married me. I did not force her, and she even knew that there was another person in my heart."

"That's why I said my mom was very silly, thinking that if the woman you love died, you would stop loving her, and instead take pity on your honest wife. She was modest and tolerant all her life, and was persistent in waiting, but when she died, you were in prison, and you didn't even have the chance to see her for the last time. You still owe her." On Jack Wayne's current face, there was no hint of happiness or sorrow, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him. Having seen through, seen a lot, he found sadness can also numb, it's not a big deal.

A hint of panic flashed across the bottom of John Wayne's heart. He clenched his fists, and his eyes flickered, as if someone had ripped off his sore spot, and his scars. His face was completely pale and green. "That's why I want to get my inheritance right back and give it to you as compensation. You are my son, and also my pride. No one can replace you in my heart. Don't bring up that matter again, okay?" John Wayne's words revealed a deep sense of fatherly love, and he practically begged Jack Wayne with a pleading voice.

Jack Wayne nodded his head: "I did not want to mention it, since it is mentioned or not, it is already the case."

"Then don't mention it, don't mention it to anyone." Seeing that he had agreed to it, John Wayne's expression eased up.

Jack Wayne's lips curled up in an undetectable sneer, and then he increased his speed.

John Wayne was silent for a long time, looking out the window at the unfamiliar scenery and streets, his thoughts suddenly floated far, far away.

He remembered clearly that April Jones was kneeling in front of him, begging him to let her go. The gun in his hand had been pulled, but he could not harden his heart, so he could only erase that familiar yet unfamiliar face from his memory.

April Jones swore many oaths to the God and begged him bitterly. Over and over again, she guaranteed that after swallowing everything down her throat, she wouldn't say a single word more to anyone. He was softhearted and let go of the gun. The girl who had a face similar to April Jones's, would definitely not cry while kneeling in front of him. At that moment, he truly hated April Jones, and wanted to tear off her face so that she wouldn't lower herself to him with this face.

In the end, he let April Jones go, and all of this was because of that face of hers. The Angel in his heart was already dead, and he actually thought of it naively, and let April Jones go, as if she was living in the place of the Angel in his heart.

The former thought of kindness has become the most frightening evidence for him today. John Wayne's forehead flashed with a dark and ruthless light. If he was allowed to find April Jones again, this time, he would definitely not let her go and give her another chance to escape. This was because he did not want to see the face of that person he loved grow old.

Wood Family!

Crystal was already two years old and three months old. Two big crystal - like eyes blinked and they were extremely adorable, wearing two braids that shoot up to the sky, with a meaty little face, small hands, calves, and a white and tender face that couldn't be any more beautiful. Particularly her smile. The two big eyes became like crescent moons, cute and adorable. She can make the Iron-blooded tough man softhearted as mud in the next second

Crystal had secretly crawled up. Beside her, Alan Wood was sleeping soundly, the little guy had climbed down from the bed, and then she saw that there were a lot of interesting things in the cabinet beside her so she grabbed one of them with her two little hands. It was a lipstick.

Crystal blinked and climbed onto the bed with difficulty. She directly sat beside Alan Wood and used her two small hands to force the cover of the lipstick.

There was a "pa" sound and she opened it. She looked at the red color with excitement on her face.

Because she could see Mummy dressing up with this every day, Crystal was smart enough to know what to do.

She held the lipstick on Alan Wood's lips, which was applied in a curvy manner, as if she was painting. She was extremely happy.

After she finished smearing her father's face, the little guy saw his hand that was placed to the side. She once again grabbed her father's fingers and smeared them one by one.

After painting, she slid down the bed. Her two calves pattered to the end of the bed as her two small hands grabbed onto Alan Wood's toes and started drawing again.

Alan Wood felt that his leg was a bit itchy, and he couldn't help but kick it.

"Wow!" The tiny thing instantly lost its balance and sat on the floor. She opened its mouth and started crying.

Alan Wood suddenly sat up, and anxiously ran to the end of the bed to see whether his daughter been kicked off the bed.

"Daddy!" Crystal was still holding onto a piece of lipstick, but when she saw that her father had anxiously come down from the bed to hug her, Crystal immediately stopped crying, and extended her hand, wanting to draw on his face.

It was only then that Alan Wood realized, to his horror, that his ten fingers had already been smeared red, and even more so, half of his toes had been smeared. At the moment, the little guy was seriously drawing on his handsome face

Hearing the crying sound, Lynn Wood also quickly pushed the door open and entered.

The moment she saw Alan Wood, she almost couldn't hold back her laughter.

"What the hell is this?" Alan Wood found it hard to endure. He directly put his daughter on the bed, spread out his fingers, and twisted his handsome face.

Lynn, with one hand on her waist, was laughing out of breath. After that, she walked over and hugged the terrified Crystal. "Oh, Crystal is putting on makeup for you, her skills are really not bad."

Alan Wood realized that his sister was just about to take a photo of him with her phone, which scared him so much that he ran into the bathroom.

"What a pity!" Lynn Wood was still laughing non-stop. She really wanted to take the bid and share it with Billy William.

Alan Wood ran into the bathroom. The reflection of his face in the mirror scared him so much that he would have a nightmare.