My Baby’s Daddy

Since Jasper could only rest on the couch, he decided to take a nap there. As Willow sat down and was about to use her phone, his gaze swept over before he ordered, ‘Give me your phone.”

Unaware of his intentions, she handed over her phone, only to be taken aback as he abruptly smashed it against the wall. ‘No! My phone!” Her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief as she struggled to comprehend how he had destroyed her phone in such a manner.

“Electronic devices are not allowed here. Your phone may be tracked, he stated nonchalantly, displaying no remorse in his tone.

“Y-You can just ask me to turn it off. Why did you have to destroy it?” She pouted in anger. He closed his eyes and said, “If it bothers you, I’ll make it up to you by getting you a new one once we’re out.”

She sighed. Although she wanted to argue with him, she decided to let it go as she considered his injury and the fact that he had saved her. “I wanted to contact my parents. How am I supposed to reach them now?” she said with a hint of grievance. “For safety reasons, don’t contact anyone for now.”

parents will be worried sick about

a few days of worry.” With that, Jasper’s exhaustion became evident “What are we going to eat here?” Willow asked, believing the bodyguards would inform her father

the kitchen and opened the large refrigerator. As expected, she found some fresh boxed food, which validated his statement. Am I going to live a secluded

was slipping away. She sighed helplessly, and a sudden realization dawned on her. Surrounded by fresh vegetables and meat, she had no clue how to cook! Cooking was unfamiliar territory for her. Since childhood, her family had employed a professional nutritionist, and she had never

arranged for four chefs to take care of her. At the end of the expedition, everyone on the archaeological team ended up gaining

with only one bedroom available. It appeared that this safe house had not considered the

to play with, no books to read, and being unable to indulge in any of her hobbies, Willow could only sit down. Munching

by the local police. As his phone continued to receive a series of calls, he

from the other end of the line. “I’m sorry. It’s our fault, and