Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

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.

Luke frowned his handsome brows. There 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 inside, then there was the click of a lighter.

"Miss Bea, do you mind my dad smoking?"

Bianca shook her head.

"Do 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 with the other, acting quite convincing. "Hmm, you do feel a little hotter than usual."

Bianca nodded. "Yeah."

She could not tell him that she was here in the hospital because she had been drugged with an 'aphrodisiac', now, could she?

Blanche crouched down again and pushed everything on 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 faster with

a doll."

'Thank you. You're such a kind little boy.” Bianca could not resist the urge to pinch Blanche's little face.

Once she got to know the two of them, Bianca realized that the father and son had vastly different personalities.

One was kind and thoughtful, 1

The other was selfish and overbearing.

If Blanche grew up with his father, would that adversely affect his development...?

Blanche looked at Bianca 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 him to guess that his father was the one who upset Miss Bea.

"Miss Bea, my dad's actually a good guy." The little boy 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 obsessive in his daily habits and even the way he thinks. He’s a picky eater, and he never really approved of anyone. But overall, he's still a good guy."

The man smoking in the washroom frowned deeply. He was not particularly pleased to hear his son praise him like that...

Bianca put the fruit basket aside and went to the mini-fridge in the room to find the boy a drink. He looked pretty thirsty.

When she opened the fridge, though, she found that it was practically empty.

All that remained was an almost empty bottle of mineral water. When Nina had given her water before this, she had always used a glass.

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

"Gulp gulp." The boy drained the whole thing in an instant.

Bianca held the empty bottle, feeling rather awkward.

"Oh, I'm not thirsty anymore. I can’t drink even a sip more." When the boy noticed that there was no more water, he assured her considerately.

A child's reassurances were quite straightforward and innocent. He thought he could fool the adults, but Bianca was a fully-grown woman. Of course she could see through his ruse.

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

She did not want the father and son to stay in her room for too long. Such frequent contact was not a good thing. 2

Bianca rubbed the boy's head and then walked to the washroom door, gathering her courage to say, "Are you done smoking?"

The man did not reply.

Bianca repeated, "Are you done smoking? I want to use the washroom."

Her attitude was very clear. She was trying to get rid of him.

There was still no response from inside.

Bianca found it very difficult to communicate with the man inside. After so much time had passed, surely he must have finished smoking, so why did he stay there and refuse to come back out?

When she remembered what she had taken off earlier, her heart, which had calmed down a long time ago, suddenly began racing again.

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

The room did not come with any detergent powder or liquid, so she had no choice but to set her underwear aside after she changed out of it. She had planned to wash it after she bought some detergent.

After all, it was such a shame to throw them away. Her financial situation did not allow her to simply waste a pair of panties worth several hundred buckets just like that.

Besides, the dress code at a large company was very strict. Only well- designed underwear like that could help her pull off a one-step skirt and thin blouse. Anything less would probably result in some wardrobe disasters.

The part that left Bianca feeling extra embarrassed was that the underwear was covered with... a lot of that stuff...

Bianca did not know what had happened to her after that aphrodisiac took effect.

Still, just by looking at the white discharge left on her underwear, she could be certain that...

Luke must have seen it.

Bianca threw caution to the winds. Her face burning red, she pushed the washroom door open without waiting for an answer. 1

Luke's deep gaze was burning with desire. He turned to look at Bianca, barking at her in a low voice, "Get out!"

"Sorry! 1-1 didn't mean to." Bianca squeezed her eyes shut and immediately backed out of the room, closing the door behind her frantically.

"Was my dad peeing?" The boy held a pencil in his hand. At some point, he had started doing his homework. When Bianca ran out of the washroom, he turned to look at her and asked.

Bianca did not say anything.

Her face flushed bright red.

The scene she had witnessed earlier was the man standing straight in front of the toilet bowl. His belt was unbuckled and his fly undone, a cigarette still burning on his lips.

However, he had been...

He was... mas...

How was she supposed to sleep tonight?!

That visual impact was... quite something...

"Girls can't look at boys peeing. Shame shame..." Blanche made a face at Bianca. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Bianca just wanted to crawl into a hole right now. She never expected that one day she would be called shameless by a child who did not know how the adult world worked.

Her knees were shaking and her whole body trembled as she crouched down outside the washroom, somewhere far far away from the washroom door...