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.

Bianca saw him walk into the washroom, closing the door behind him. Judging by what she heard, he had turned on the

Bea, do you

Bianca shook her head.

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

Bianca nodded. "Yeah."

in the hospital because she had been

the floor toward her, saying, "Look, Miss Bea, these are the fruits I bought for you.

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

the two of them, Bianca realized that the father and son

kind and thoughtful,

other was selfish and

his father, would

boy then looked toward the direction of the washroom; it was not hard

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

deeply. He was not particularly pleased to hear his son praise

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

she found

mineral water. When Nina had given her water

out a clean glass and filled it with water

drained the whole thing in an

the empty bottle,

not thirsty anymore. I can’t drink even a sip more." When the

He thought he could fool the adults, but Bianca was

time. It was half-past seven at

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

head and then walked to the washroom door,

man did not

you done smoking? I want

very clear. She was trying to get

was still no response

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

earlier, her heart, which had

in there. It was the pair