Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire novel 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."

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.