Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Yvonne arrived at her father's place, carrying the roast duck with her. As soon as she stepped into the living room, a servant quickly approached her. "Ms. Carter, you're here." "Where's my dad?" Yvonne asked.

The servant smiled and replied, "Mr. Carter is upstairs. He's still busy with some work, and asked me to look after you for now. Please, Ms. Carter, have a seat in the living room." Yvonne handed over the packaged roast duck. "This is the roast duck I bought for him. It seems to have cooled down a bit, so please heat it up."

"Of course, Ms. Carter. Please make yourself comfortable in the living room."

"No need," Yvonne said. "I'll go upstairs and find my dad to see what he's busy with."

Just as Yvonne was about to head upstairs, the servant suddenly stopped her. "Wait a moment, Ms. Carter."

"What's the matter?" Yvonne asked, feeling puzzled. "Why are you stopping me?"

"Mr. Carter is busy upstairs. He said he wants to finish his work quickly, so it's best not to disturb him. He'll be down in a little while," the servant explained.

"I won't disturb him. I just want to check on him and keep him company." Yvonne insisted on going upstairs.

The servant took a step back, looking troubled. "Ms. Carter, it's better if you don't disturb Mr. Carter. Otherwise, he'll be upset."

"I'm just here to see my dad and keep him company while he works. Why would he be upset? Step aside."

The servant's insistence only heightened Yvonne's curiosity. She grew even more determined to go upstairs, wanting to find out what her father was busy with that was so secretive. They were family, after all. What could be so confidential that even she wasn't allowed to know?

dressed in a neatly pressed gray loungewear set, looking clean

taken a shower. This attire made her father look

a shower?" Yvonne asked, noticing the scent of body

was feeling a bit tired from working and started sweating, so I took a

have you been working? You look a bit worn out." Geoffrey smiled. "A few

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marks on her father's neck. She furrowed her brow in confusion, but

upstairs before saying, "Dad, I bought

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sat on

chat with me?" Geoffrey asked. Given how sharp he was, he quickly noticed something was amiss. Yvonne knew her father was clever, and she dared not hide the truth. "Dad, to

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