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.

There was no expression 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, then there was the click

you

Bianca shook her head.

down to free up his hands. Then he touched Bianca’s forehead with one hand and his own with the

Bianca nodded. "Yeah."

here in the hospital because she had been drugged with an

Bea, these are the fruits I bought for you. There's this doll too

you. You're such a kind little boy.” Bianca could not resist the urge to pinch

know the two of them, Bianca realized that the father and son

kind

was

Blanche grew up with his father, would that adversely affect

boy then looked toward the direction of the washroom; it was not hard for

little boy 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

smoking in the washroom frowned deeply. He was not particularly pleased to hear his son praise

basket aside and went to the mini-fridge in

opened the fridge, though, she found that it

of mineral water. When Nina had

clean glass and filled it with water for

drained the whole

the empty bottle, feeling

sip more." When the boy noticed that there was no more water, he assured her

thought he could fool the adults, but Bianca was a fully-grown

It was half-past seven

not want the father and son to stay in her room for too long.

washroom door, gathering her courage to

man did

done smoking? I want

very clear. She was trying to get

was still no response from

so much time had passed, surely he must have

she had taken off earlier, her heart, which had calmed down

taken off her panties in there. It was the pair with embroidered gauze and hollowed-out