I'm pregnant Sir Behave Yourself by Daphne

Bianca left.

Luke suddenly put down the blueprint he had been holding. He stood up and left his workstation, walking toward his wine cabinet instead. There, he took out a glass and filled half of it with wine, draining the whole thing with a frown.

This cursed lust!

It was already quite late when Bianca left the company, but thankfully there was one last subway to take her home.

Once she reached home, the first thing she did was reply to Jean's messages on WeChat. 1

After that, she pulled out her luggage and started to organize the things she needed for her trip tomorrow.

Just then, her phone rang.

The caller ID said it was Jean.

"Aren't you asleep yet? I thought I told you to rest early instead of calling me," Bianca said in concern when she picked up.

"I'm not done with work yet, so I brought the stuff back to the hotel room to continue overtime." Jean continued, asking her, "I saw your text earlier. Why are you going outstation too? Who will you be going with?"

"I don't really know who yet. I'll have to wait until tomorrow morning to find out," Bianca replied. 1 "If there are men going with you, remember to stay away from them," Jean reminded her. "After all, we just started working, so you don't know them well enough yet."

"Alright, I got it," Bianca said. Immediately after that, she suddenly heard a hammering sound on the other end. It sounded like someone knocking on the door.

No, rather than knocking, it sounded more like someone trying to beat the door down!

"What's the matter?" Bianca asked nervously.

"N-Nothing." Jean was stuttering all of a sudden, but then he said quickly, "Talk to you later? I'll check on what's happening outside and then report back to you." 3

He hung up before Bianca could tell him to be careful out there.

She lowered her head to look at her luggage and then a t the phone she was holding, its screen dimming after the call ended. Bianca was worried now,

concerned that Jean would encounter trouble out there too, with unfamiliar people in unfamiliar places.

Nothing happened that night.

The next day.

Bianca received a call from her colleague first thing in

the morning.

She waited for her colleague outside her compound, her weariness showing on her face. She had stayed up until the wee hours of the morning last night, waiting for Jean's call to assure her everything was fine, but he never called. 1

calling him, but

minutes later, a black Bentley stopped in front of her. A man and

themselves and got to know

of them then got into the car

to. Since they would need a car there, the higher-ups had arranged for

chatted with her colleagues along the

well, laughing

the time they reached

get changed, get some rest. We'll be in contact again when it's time for dinner." i "Sure,"

her medium-sized luggage upstairs and went into her room. She took a shower and changed into her nightclothes before taking out the clothes she

done, she hung the clothes up in

her preparations, she glanced at the time.

had not called her even once since last night until now. He had not even sent

that she finally had time, she gave

finally

for a while without

so she called him again. This time, her call was

I can't pick up. Will call you when I'm free." Soon, she received a text from Jean on

lowered her head and replied, "Okay, I'll leave you

hammering on his door last night might have been a random drunkard going to the wrong hotel

Bianca put her phone down,

she turned, though, her phone vibrated

away when she had to turn back and check the message on her

it was a complete

fiber mesh I started an entrance fee

sender was Jean, who

Bianca frowned.

sent him a

finally replied. "I was drawing something and my arm accidentally touched the

did not think much of

"Doot... Doot... Doot..."

her

she was in an unfamiliar

"Miss Rayne, I'm Jason Doyle, Mr. Crawford's special assistant. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you

most trusted special assistant, Jason Doyle, was quite well- known. Almost everyone in the company knew about him, and that included

She opened the door.

greeted him when she lowered her head and saw that there were two tiny children

the other a baby girl, their eyes bright and their teeth brighter. They looked like two

an arrow. Exasperated, he said, "These two are Mr. Crawford's children. Their father is busy with

had a bad feeling about

averse to taking care of kids for others, but it just felt so strange to her. After all, she was here to work, not to be

major reason she did not really want to take care of the children was because