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.

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

you

Bianca shook her head.

you have a fever, Miss Bea?" The boy put the doll down to free up his hands. Then he touched Bianca’s forehead with one hand and his own with the

Bianca nodded. "Yeah."

she was here in the hospital because she had been

"Look, Miss Bea, these are the fruits

a kind little boy.” Bianca could not

Bianca

was kind

other was

father, would that

with his large black eyes and saw the worry on her face. The boy then looked toward the direction of the washroom;

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 never really approved of anyone. But overall, he's still a good

He was not particularly pleased to hear his son

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

the fridge, though, she found that

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

clean glass and filled it with water for

boy drained the whole

the empty bottle,

drink even a sip more." When the boy

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

time. It was half-past

to stay in her room for too long. Such frequent contact was not a good

to the washroom door, gathering her courage to say, "Are you

did not

you done smoking? I want to

She was trying to get

no

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

off earlier, her heart, which

and taken off her panties in there. It was the pair