My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 192

When he came to see Momo, Kevin Kyle almost couldn't recognize him.

It had only been a short period of time, Momo which used to be as chubby as a ball had lost a lot of weight.

She stayed in her bed, weak and powerless like she was struggling to breathe.

"Momo—" Kevin Kyle squatted beside it and gently called it while stretching out his hand to stroke her head.

"Woo—" Hearing Kevin Kyle's voice, she tried hard to open her eyes. There seemed to be tears in her eyes.

"Momo, don't be afraid. I've called the doctor. The doctor will come soon." Kevin Kyle picked it up and carefully held it in his arms.

"Woo, woo..." She shook her little head gently, as if to say that she didn't want to see the doctor. she wanted to live with her mother instead. It was meaningless for her to stay. She wanted to go to another world to find her mother.

Kevin Kyle wanted to say something else, but after two whines, Momo closed her eyes, lowered her head, and swallowed her last breath.

"Momo..." Kevin Kyle held her in his arms, clenching one hand into a fist, trying his best to restrain his heartache.

Karen had gone. Now, Momo was leaving.

Why didn't she want to stay with him?

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Three years later.

The world-class fashion lingerie show, which was held once every three years, was running in full swing in Milan. Apart from the glamorous models on the stage, the backstage designers were also the top figures in the industry.

The works designed by the freshmen who were able to be in the upper class must be eye-catching. They were excellent, so they had the opportunity to let the models put on their works and go on the stage.

The catwalk show was about to begin. The designers and models at the backstage were still busy, hoping that the models could model their designs well.

There were a blend of models from different parts of the world, most of which were Caucasians.

There were some Eurasians and Asian models, which looked equally stunning too.

A model that stood out was called Heather Su, who was one of the top-performing models in the industry. She was 183 cm tall, with a perfect body, and looked like an angel.

Heather Su's designer was the only newcomer designer in this fashion show, Asteria.

Asteria was less than 1.7 meters tall. She was slender and her delicate face was exquisite. She had a special aura with her, she always quietly attracted others' attention.

She was busy doing the final check for Heather Su. She was so serious and focused that she didn't notice that there was a person who had been staring at her for a long time.

Her thick black hair was casually tied up in a bun, and two strands of thin hair fell down from her forehead. Perhaps it was the first time for her to take part in such a fashion show, she was a little nervous, and her forehead was covered with a layer of sweat.

The work she designed was a secret, and it was approved by her peers, where they recommended her to participate in this fashion show.

Many people would not get such an opportunity even if they worked hard for their whole life. However, she, who seemed to be young, managed to get this opportunity.

"Asteria?" The man gently read her name, with a meaningful radian hanging on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were fixed on her.

All the attention of Asteria was focused on her model. The model went to the catwalk in her own work. When she heard the applause from the audience, she took a deep breath.