I'm pregnant Sir Behave Yourself by Daphne

Chapter 831 I Thought I Heard A Male Voice in Ms.

Leia's Room

Leia shuddered when she saw Wayne's savage expression.

She patted his chest in an attempt to flatter him and stammered, "D- Don't be like that, Wayne. I'll be scared. Also, you're in my house now, and I'd rather not have bloodshed here. I hate Luke and Bianca as much as you, but this isn't the time to act..."

She wished for the death of that couple, but she would not want anything to happen to her parents.

If word got out, her reputation would be finished!

However, Wayne gripped her jaw tightly, and his body coiled around hers like a snake.

"I didn't expect that the usually cruel Ms. Norman would be so kind. Tsk tsk! You learn something new every day..." Wayne's voice was low, and his expression was ghastly.

Leia could only struggle in panic. She widened her eyes to express her anger. "Don't... Don't act rashly, Wayne. There are so many people in the house today. What if..."

Leia felt something metallic and tubular press on her waist.

She glanced downward, and her heart began to beat faster. It was the gun that Wayne was polishing.

She was not going to anger him. Instead, she turned around and said coyly, "Don't be like that, Wayne. I was only worried that you might be found out and get caught... I swear to God that I have no other motive."

"You little witch!" Wayne chuckled. His next action nearly made Leia shriek.

That was because he was taking off her clothes.

a fake smile. "What are you doing, Wayne? This isn't the time for

slender

had entered the woman countless times, but he got aroused just as easily. "If I'm going to leave anyway, I might as well have

not to lose her temper. She was reluctant, but she did not want

was dangerously unpredictable

gone, I'll report

pinned her on the wall. She was on

Wayne. I can't

could not help but smirk when he saw her trembling

most tender part of her face, which caused tears to

'That pervert!'

you done?" Leia tried to keep it

hear what was going on in

became even more violent. "What's

current situation?" That

lunch in the kitchen. They made several dishes, a nutritious broth, and dessert, as

when she saw how Bianca deftly arranged the cutlery on the table. You're such a good cook Ms. Bianca. Your dishes täste even better than mine, and

elder daughter of the Normans knew how to cook and

though, was totally different. She only knew how to put

cook under

washed the ingredients and prepared the cutlery, but she told Queenie that she was the

from you. Cooking is my hobby, and I feel a great sense of achievement if

a good mother. If my daughters-in-law are as diligent as you, then my grandchildren won't be