I'm pregnant Sir Behave Yourself by Daphne

That night, at Crawford Manor.

The whole family was having dinner, but Luke Crawford was not there.

Allison Tanner put a piece of cucumber into Lanie's bowl and then one into Rainie's bowl. "Grandma just wants what's good for you. You have to eat some even if you don't like it. You're growing kids, and you don't want to stay short forever, do you?"

Everyone else at the table was eating.

Blanche looked at the cucumber in his bowl and put it into his mouth, eating it obediently. After that, he raised his head and looked at his grandmother." Grandma, why don't you eat onions?"

There was a platter of stir-fried onions on the table. Blanche and his sister both loved them, as did Greatgrandpa. Uncle Louis and Grandma Susan liked onions too. Only Grandma did not like them.

She would always push the stir-fried onions far, far away from her.

Grandma always said that the stench made her lose her appetite.

Before Allison could say anything, Susan Armstrong subtly harrumphed. "That's a hussy for you. So many demands."

Old Master Crawford could hear perfectly well. When he heard what she said, he frowned and coughed as a warning to his daughter-in-law, Susan. He was telling her not to pick fights at the dinner table.

Susan raised a brow and continued eating. She did not think she said anything wrong, but she knew where her limits were, so she stopped.

Allison had also heard that jibe, of course, but she ignored it. Instead, she graciously turned back to the children and said, "I don't ear onions because it's a hereditary thing. My late father didn't eat onions either." 2

"Oh, I see!" Blanche struggled with his chopsticks as h e said, "I know a pretty lady who doesn't eat onions either."

Allison smiled.

There were so many people in the world who did not eat onions. 1

The same went with coriander. Plenty of people avoided it. 1

After dinner, the two kids went out to play. Once the sky turned completely dark, they obediently went upstairs, cleaning up and going to sleep.

It was a very long night.

Bianca was lost in her dreams, tossing and turning in

bed.

In her dreams, there was the splashing of water. Luke was bathing, and she opened the door, walking up to him from behind. She pressed her body against his back, hugging his well-toned waist.

He turned around and lowered his head, leaving a string of hickeys on the side of her neck.

raised her head,

made her shudder. Her hair was drenched in sweat, sticking to her

Luke honed in on her. Their gazes met for a second, and then their

leaked from between her lips. Her body felt like it was bobbing on waves, going up and down. When she opened her

sudden, the

her, his expression full of disgusting lust. "Ah!" Bianca sat up in

heavily. She was

her wits.

she finally heaved a sigh of relief. She knew

Thank goodness.

goodness it was

to be seen anywhere in the sky. Half of Bianca's consciousness was still trapped in her dreams, and she could

ago, she would always automatically replace her baby's father's face

part of her, connected to her by flesh and blood. Bianca could not forget about

so horrifying to

she had

therapist when she

stop dreaming about that tycoon.

that, though, the

not know if she would be tormented like this

past

continue to plague her in her

her best to forget, but to no

window and took a few deep breaths,

window. She was trying to bring her mind back to reality

possible.

though, she remembered something Luke had said to

are you thinking about?

the throes of passion, that man five years ago had said

slowly

then, there was a flash of lightning outside. The white light illuminated Bianca's face, and then the large raindrops gradually fell. A strong gust of wind blew, and the rain pattered against her bedroom

burst

your life, just admit it. Admit that you had slept with a middle-aged tycoon when you were eighteen, selling out your body to save your dearest

much. That's

hoping that it

day, Blanche went to his sister's room first thing in the

Dad

was hugging

"Yeah."

hitting Miss Bea. Why else would