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 his phone was

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

themselves and got to

three of them then got into

Since they would need a car

her colleagues along the

along quite well, laughing and joking with each

the

hotel, her female colleague Sue told Bianca, "Let's go back to our respective rooms first and get changed, get some rest. We'll

She took a shower and changed into her nightclothes before taking out the clothes she needed for work, ironing them

she hung the

completed all her preparations, she glanced at the time. It was already

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

had time, she gave Jean a

phone was finally on

the dial tone went on for a while without anyone

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

and I can't pick up. Will call you when I'm free."

and replied, "Okay, I'll leave you

he was safe on his end, at least. The person hammering on his door last night

replied to his message, Bianca put her phone down, looking for something else to

soon as she turned, though, her phone

to turn back and check the

WeChat message, but it

I started

was Jean, who was supposedly "busy" right

Bianca frowned.

sent him

something and my arm accidentally touched the screen."

not think much

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

her room

she was in an unfamiliar place and an unfamiliar

Crawford's special assistant. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to open the

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

She opened the door.

lowered her head and saw that there were

eyes bright and their teeth brighter. They looked like two

Doyle was standing in a suit, his spine straight a s an arrow. Exasperated, he said, "These two are Mr. Crawford's children. Their father is busy with work and can't care

had a bad

others, but it just felt so strange to her. After all, she was here to work, not to be

really want to take care of the children was because she was worried that seeing someone else's kids would keep reminding her of