My Baby’s Daddy

Jasper’s phone rang while driving, and he glanced at it before answering. “Hello?” “How dare you fly solo again, you punk! How many times have I told you?” Antoine scolded from the other end. “The mission is complete.”

“That still isn’t an excuse for you to leave your teammates behind. You should know that they are an extra layer of security for you. They can provide support if something happens to you.” Antoine was genuinely concerned about his safety. “I’ve accumulated some leave days, haven’t I, Uncle?”

“Why? Do you want to take a break?” “Can you sum up the days I’ve collected over the last five years? I want to use it all up at once.”

“What?! Over the last five years?” “Yes, over the last five years.” “That means you’ll be away for three months!” “That’s it? Give me another three months. I want to take six months off! Jasper insisted.

“You rascal… Fine! Six months it is! What are you planning to do during your break?” “I won’t report anything from my personal time.” With that, he ended the call, leaving Antoine frothing at the mouth.

course, she had also received arrangements from the organization as well. As Jasper’s leave had become effective immediately, he

heart felt torn, aching, unwilling, and helpless, for everything but the heart could be controlled in this world. Falling in love with someone was like being intoxicated. If the love was reciprocated, there would be a cure. Contrariwise, the poison would be lethal. “Have you decided to stay by her side, Jasper? Aimee asked

answered Jasper. To

down her face uncontrollably. “Aimee, I appreciate your support in my work. You’re a good comrade and subordinate,’ said Jasper as he handed her a piece of tissue. “I don’t want to be just your comrade or subordinate.

hanging in the air. She bit her lip and withdrew her hand. Then, she turned around, grabbed her bag, and quickly left the safe house. At that moment, she realized there could never

absolutely terrible at dealing with emotions. While eating breakfast, Willow checked her emails only to choke when she read a certain email. “Wait, has it started already?!

and she answered it. “Hello?” International Cultural Heritage. “Willow, what have you been busy with lately? Why haven’t you responded?’ It was someone from the Bureau of International Cultural