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.

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

you mind my dad

Bianca shook her head.

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 other, acting quite convincing. "Hmm, you do feel a little hotter

Bianca nodded. "Yeah."

here in the hospital

Bea, these are the fruits I

a kind little boy.” Bianca could

to know the two of them, Bianca realized that the father

was kind and

was

Blanche grew up with his father, would that adversely affect his

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

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

was not particularly pleased to hear

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

she found that

remained was an almost empty bottle of mineral water. When Nina had

out a clean glass and filled it with water for the boy. "Make do with this for now,

the whole

empty bottle, feeling rather

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

straightforward and innocent. He thought he could fool the adults, but Bianca was a fully-grown woman. Of course she could

glanced at the time. It was half-past seven

stay in her room for too long. Such frequent contact was

head and then walked to the washroom door, gathering her courage to say, "Are you done

did

repeated, "Are you done smoking? I want to use

She was trying

still no response

After so much time had passed, surely he must have finished smoking, so why did he stay there and

which

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