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.

closing the door behind him. Judging by what she heard, he

you mind my dad

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

Bianca nodded. "Yeah."

that she was here in the hospital because she

the floor toward her, saying, "Look, Miss Bea, these are the fruits I bought for you. There's this doll too because Rainie said girls get better

little boy.” Bianca could not resist the

the two of them, Bianca

kind and thoughtful,

other was

with his father, would that adversely

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 was the

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

smoking in the washroom frowned deeply. He was not particularly pleased

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

she opened the fridge, though, she found that it was

When Nina had given

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

gulp." The boy drained the

empty bottle, feeling rather

When the boy noticed that there

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

glanced at the time. It was half-past seven

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

rubbed the boy's head and then walked to the washroom door, gathering her courage to say,

man did not

you done smoking? I want to

clear. She was trying

still no response from

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

her heart, which had calmed

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