Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Chapter 35 His Son's Praise Did Nor Make Him Particularly Happy

Just then.

There were steps approaching the room from a distance.

Next, they heard Jason Doyle's voice as he asked formally, "Miss Rayne, may I know if the boss is here?"

Bianca looked toward the door, her breathing ragged.

"Dad?" That was Blanche's voice.

When he heard that Miss Bea was sick, the boy had wasted no time coming to visit her. He stood at the room door, desperate to go in, but Jason stopped him.

"Why won't you let me go in?”

"Shh..." Jason put a finger to his lips, telling his young master to stay quiet.

Jason stood two meters away, perfectly professional. He was worried that something awkward was going on inside, and as a subordinate, he did not want to see anything he should not.

"Dad?" Blanche blinked and raised his little hand to knock the door.

Just then, the door was opened from inside, and his father looked down at him with icy eyes.

Dad was so mean to visit Miss Bea without calling him along! Blanche ignored his father and used all his strength to drag a large fruit basket and a doll into the room. He then pounced into Bianca's embrace, hugging her as he asked, "I heard you fell sick, Miss Bea. Are you feeling better now?”

Bianca’s expression was a little stiff. The residual heat was still on her face.

Jason received a signal from his boss and nodded, leaving the room.

Luke then turned around and looked at his son, who was getting a head rub from Bianca. He berated the boy, saying, "Stop hugging your Miss Bea like that. She needs rest."

Blanche hurriedly let go when he heard that.

"You should lie down and rest, Miss Bea..."

Exasperated, Bianca looked at the certain man who never intended to let her rest.

on his well- defined features, and Bianca saw him walk into the washroom, closing the door behind him. Judging by what she heard, he had turned on the ventilator inside,

you mind my

Bianca shook her head.

doll down to free up his hands. Then he touched Bianca’s forehead with one hand and his own with the other, acting quite convincing. "Hmm, you do feel a little hotter than

Bianca nodded. "Yeah."

could not tell him that she was here in the hospital

Bea, these are the fruits

little boy.” Bianca could not resist the urge to pinch

know the two of them, Bianca realized that the father

was kind and thoughtful,

other was

with his father, would that

looked at Bianca with his large black eyes and saw the worry on her face. The boy then looked toward the direction of the washroom; it was not hard for him to guess that his father was the one who

frowned, trying his best to praise his father. He said, "Sure, Dad seems a bit unreasonable and temperamental. He's a loner, too,. He's weirdly obsessive in his daily habits and even the way he thinks. He’s a picky eater, and he

deeply. He was not particularly pleased to hear his son praise him like

went to the mini-fridge in the room to find the boy a drink. He looked

she found that it

water. When Nina had given her water before this, she had always used

clean glass and filled it with water for the boy. "Make do with this for

boy drained the

held the empty bottle, feeling rather

I'm not thirsty anymore. I can’t drink even a sip more." When the boy noticed that there was

adults, but Bianca was a fully-grown woman. Of course she

time. It was half-past seven at

her room for too long. Such frequent contact was not a

head and then walked to the washroom door, gathering her courage to say,

did

smoking? I want to use

She was trying to get rid of

no response

difficult to communicate with the man inside. After so much time had passed, surely he must

she had taken off earlier, her heart, which had calmed down a long time ago, suddenly

It was the pair with embroidered gauze and