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.

her head,

in sweat, sticking to her face as she withstood

in on her. Their gazes met for a second,

lips. Her body felt like it was bobbing on waves, going up and down. When she opened her eyes, she could clearly see the man's lashes, so thick that even

sudden, the scene

middle-aged tycoon waved at her, his expression full of disgusting lust. "Ah!" Bianca sat

rose and fell heavily. She was scared

her wits.

a long while, she finally heaved a sigh of relief. She knew now that

Thank goodness.

it was a

night out in A City, and there were no stars to be seen anywhere in the sky. Half of Bianca's consciousness was still trapped in her dreams, and

on the TV five years ago, she would always automatically replace

was part of her, connected to her by flesh and blood. Bianca could not forget about her completely, but whenever she thought of her baby, she would remember that tycoon's greasy,

so horrifying to

time she had been haunted

tried going to a therapist when she was overseas, and for a

dreaming about that

that, though, the nightmares

if she would be tormented like this for the rest of her

the past in real life,

her in

her best to forget, but to

the window

She was trying to bring her mind back to reality as

possible.

she remembered something Luke had said to her

said, "What are you thinking about? Why are you

her fingers into her sheets beneath her. In the throes of passion, that man five years ago had said hoarsely, "Your legs... Spread them

two voices slowly overlapped in

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

Bianca burst into

it. Admit that you had slept with a middle-aged tycoon when you were

very much. That's why you subconsciously seek

voice, hoping that

his sister's room

you think Dad was hugging Miss Bea

was hugging Miss

"Yeah."

he was hitting Miss Bea. Why else would she