My Baby’s Daddy

As soon as Willow returned to her room, she immediately dialed the bodyguard’s number, urging them to bring a doctor quickly. Upon hearing that gunfire was involved, the bodyguards dashed to her room. It turned out that she was unharmed, but she had come across a man covered in blood.

“Miss Presgrave, we don’t know his identity. It’s not safe for him to stay in the same room as you. Let us take him away,” the bodyguard said. They could not take the risk of leaving her alone with a stranger.

“No. He saved my life just now. I want to repay his kindness. I don’t want to owe him anything. Take him for treatment first!” Willow insisted as the man on the couch had already passed out from blood loss.

The bodyguards promptly escorted the man to the medical room for immediate treatment while she stood outside, clutching her arm. She also informed them about the earlier attempted kidnapping. “It seems that you’ve been targeted. Don’t worry. We will provide you with round-the-clock protection,” the bodyguard reassured her.

She had great trust in them. They were not ordinary bodyguards, for they were skilled and loyal to the Presgrave family. The Presgraves had strict standards when hiring bodyguards, and loyalty was their top priority.

At that moment, the door of the treatment room swung open, revealing a doctor with a solemn expression. “The bullet has been successfully extracted from the patient’s body. Thankfully, no vital organs were impacted. Considering his exceptional physical condition, he should regain consciousness shortly,” the doctor informed, then shifted attention toward Willow. “Miss Presgrave, this is a grave situation. We must report it and conduct a thorough investigation into anyone aboard who possesses dangerous weapons.”

bring a gun on board, and she had

room, Willow idly rested her chin on her hand and gazed at the man who remained unconscious. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that he possessed

father and brother as handsome individuals. Yet, she could not resist contemplating that this man also possessed a pleasing countenance. His features carried a timeless allure, complemented by a touch of enigmatic complexity, akin

getting shot while with him, she could not help but

slight bloodstain on his arm. She picked up a tissue and approached him, intending to help clean it. However, as soon as she touched his arm, the sleeping man’s eyes

It’s me.” She sighed. She could not believe how defensive he was, waking up with such

he released his grip on her arm. He lowered his head, looking at the bandaged wound, and

gazing at him. The man’s gaze locked onto her before he stood up, intending to leave. She quickly asked, “Where are you going? You just had surgery; don’t wander

him obediently listen to the doctor and not strain his wound. She suddenly reached out,