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.

the door behind him. Judging by

you mind my dad

Bianca shook her head.

Bianca’s forehead with one hand and his own with the other,

Bianca nodded. "Yeah."

tell him that she was here in the hospital because she had been

and pushed everything on the floor toward her, saying, "Look, Miss Bea, these are the fruits I bought

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

Bianca realized that

kind

other was selfish

Blanche grew up with his father, would that

on her face. The boy then looked toward the direction of the washroom; it was not hard for him

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

deeply. He was not particularly pleased to hear

the mini-fridge in the room to find the boy

she found that

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

with water for the boy. "Make do with this for

boy drained the

held the empty

anymore. I can’t drink even a sip more." When the boy noticed that there was no more water, he assured

he could fool the adults, but Bianca was a fully-grown woman. Of course she could see

at the time. It was half-past seven at

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

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

man did

you done smoking?

She was

still no response

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

remembered what she had taken off earlier, her heart, which had calmed down a long

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