Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks by Caspian Wood

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Chapter 642

Chapter 642

“You’re a doctor. You should know all about…” Morris said.

“Ouch.” Before Morris could finish his sentence, Cherise let out a loud cry. Her brows furrowed slightly.

Morris looked at her, startled. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong, Cherise? Are you not feeling well? Why did you scream so suddenly?”

“Since you’re a doctor, check yourself. Hurry up. Let’s call back the doctor from the Betrico Hospital, who did your prenatal checkup last time. Get the car ready, Leo.” Morris was so nervous that he started shouting for Leo to get the car ready.

Cherise wanted to talk, but Morris was so anxious that she couldn’t get a word in. Unable to bear it any longer, she finally burst into laughter, which eased Morris’s tension.

He visibly relaxed, stood up, and then sat back down on the sofa. He pulled Cherise into his arms.

Cherise wrapped her arms around him. “Mr. Chivers, it’s just that the baby kicked me a few times while you were talking. It kicked hard this time, something I’ve never felt before, so I screamed.”

Morris’s head was resting on Cherise’s shoulder. He touched her belly again, a bit reproachfully. “I think this little one is a boy. He’s fighting for you. Girls wouldn’t do that.”

Cherise laughed, “It’s just a coincidence. But it doesn’t matter. A healthy and safe baby is all that matters. If we have a boy like you, that would be great.”

mentioned earlier, we can consider it. It’s safe in the middle of the pregnancy. We

missed the feeling of being with Cherise so

over. The past few months had been uneventful yet full

approached, Cherise’s belly was almost ready

for the New Year, and the Chivers Group was no different. Employees from the sales, business, finance, technology, and administrative departments were all working hard to finish their tasks before heading home for

office, they hadn’t left until 3 p.m.

door made many managers who came to report hesitate to go in. No one knew

a different way. In addition to Morris, who was sitting in

one thing in common with Morris: each had a dictionary in hand. Morris, sitting in the executive chair, held a dictionary and looked serious. His

filled with names, divided into sections for girls and boys, and for nicknames

shook his head, and opened

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said the due date is around the

eyes and his back, then stood up. “Man, this is harder than my SATS. I’m about to memorize this dictionary.

said. “No, never mind.

Little Morris,” Leo

to talk to Leo anymore and called out, “Next.”

hundred thirty–sixth and six hundred thirty–seventh names I came up with today. My mom said kids should have simple nicknames. So, for the girl, Bean.

“Next,” Morris said.

Let’s ask Cherise’s master, Carson. He’s knowledgeable. Or maybe Mrs. Phoebe Chivers. He’d be happy to

and Cherise divided the tasks of choosing nicknames and full names,