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.

him walk into the washroom, closing the door behind him.

Bea, do you mind my

Bianca shook her head.

fever, Miss Bea?" The boy put the doll down to free up his hands. Then he touched Bianca’s forehead

Bianca nodded. "Yeah."

in the hospital because she had been drugged with

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

a kind little boy.” Bianca could not resist the urge to pinch Blanche's little

the two of them, Bianca

was kind and thoughtful,

was

Blanche grew up with his father, would that adversely affect

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

my dad's actually a good guy." The 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

washroom frowned deeply. He was not particularly pleased to hear

put the fruit basket aside and went to the mini-fridge in the room

though, she found that it was

was an almost empty bottle of mineral water. When Nina had given her water before

it with water for the boy. "Make do with this for now,

gulp." The boy drained the whole thing in

empty bottle,

I can’t drink even a sip more." When the boy

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

time. It was half-past seven

not want the father and son to stay in her room for too long. Such frequent contact was not

head and then walked to the washroom door, gathering

man did not

smoking? I want to use

attitude was very clear. She was trying to get rid of

still no

passed, surely he must have finished smoking, so why did he stay

off earlier, her heart, which had calmed

off her panties in there. It was the pair with embroidered