I'm pregnant Sir Behave Yourself by Daphne

Chapter 287 Let Me Out, Luke

Luke's arm muscles tensed. He confirmed that the house was indeed Bianca's, then knocked on the window and said softly. "It's me, Bianca. Can you open the door? Or the window?"

Luke called out several times, but there was no response. He wondered if Bianca could hear him.

That made Luke nervous. Did something happen to Bianca?

He instantly lost his composure when he thought of that. Moving along the balcony, he arrived at the window of her bedroom. Fortunately, the window was not locked, and he quickly climbed into the room.

Instead of feeling the warm air from the heater, the temperature in the room was the same as outside. He shivered uncontrollably.

The room was dark and quiet, as though no one lived in the house. That made him feel more uneasy than ever. He quickly opened the bedroom door and went out to the living room!

Instantly, he saw Bianca curled up on the couch, only dressed in thin pajamas. She seemed to be lost in her own world, not realizing Luke's intrusion. Looking at how lonely she was, Luke was astonished.

He could not help but to walk toward her, crouch down, and hug her close in his arms. His hand touched his abnormally hot forehead, and all those harsh words he planned to say instantly turned into a gentle, helpless call. "Bianca..."

Bianca's hollow gaze turned around. She was shocked when she saw that Luke was in her house, but her gaze turned cold and indifferent right after that.

She said angrily as she looked at him with unfocused eyes. "How did you get in here? Why are you here?"

Luke felt helpless when he saw Bianca behaving that way. "Why didn't you turn on the heater when it's so cold? Don't you know that you have a fever? Why are you so childish?"

"Go away. I don't need your care..." Bianca tried to struggle out of his arms. Not only was she delirious because of her fever, but she was also feeling resentful and angry.

Luke placed his palm on her red-hot forehead and cheeks and sighed.

out a down jacket, grabbed her struggling hands, and draped the jacket over

have to care about me... who am I to you? Whatever happens to me is my own problem. There's nothing for you to worry about. Go away. I don't want t o see

who had just

frowned hard when she saw the young and

walked past her, Daisy's expression scrunched up into a disdainful sneer. She wondered why that man would be so protective of that

a s Bianca and was working in a major newspaper as a junior reporter. She might be a new worker, but Daisy

was an outstanding woman when she talked to her friends. However, Daisy was worried about

that her daughter would eventually find a rich boyfriend, and she did not urge her daughter to go into a

she arrived at

of a luxury car parked there. The street lights might be dim but she was materialistic enough to know what the

that car the last time he was in the neighborhood. She was unhappy that a loose woman like Bianca could find herself

and rich. If I

that her daughter would be able to charm

not notice Daisy absorbed in her fantasies, much less realized that he had become Daisy's ideal candidate

was parked outside the

hands hugged her shoulders and curled on the seat without saying a word. Her

about to start the engine and suddenly opened the car door. She did

and locked the door. He wrenched her head around so that she faced him. "What happened to

don't want to be together

of the window

and said, "I

and I've

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