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.

features, and 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 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

Bianca nodded. "Yeah."

here in the hospital

on the floor toward her, saying, "Look, Miss Bea, these are the fruits I

a kind little boy.” Bianca could not resist the

the two of them, Bianca

kind and

was selfish and

up with his father, would that adversely affect

eyes and saw the worry on her face. The boy then looked toward the direction of the

"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

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

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

she found that

of mineral water. When Nina

it with water for the boy. "Make

boy drained the whole

the empty bottle, feeling rather

even a sip more." When the boy noticed that there

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

glanced at the time. It was half-past seven at

want the father and son to stay in her room for too long.

the boy's head and then walked to the washroom door, gathering

man did not

"Are you done smoking?

clear. She was trying

was still no response

had passed, surely he must have finished smoking,

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

It was the pair with embroidered