I'm pregnant Sir Behave Yourself by Daphne

"How about | show you what a good treally is?" Luke pushed her shirt up.

His big hands pressed against her skin while his thin lips kissed the back of her head.

He took a whiff of the fragrance of her hair.

Bianca looked away. She panted as she said, "You're not going to letgo today, are you?"

Luke used practical actions to tell her whether he would let her go.

He lifted and pushed up her tight bodycon skirt.

She was on full display for him and he was delighted.

When she felt his fiery kisses on every inch of her body, methodically going closer, goosebumps rose all over her

body. She was fighting with herself between her rational thinking and how much she was sinking into it.

The fruit knife on the cabwas in her view for a long time.

What was left of her continued to stare at the fruit knife while the rest of her could not help but furrowed her

brows and moaned slightly. Her body could not stand his teasing anymore, so her body inevitably started

moving.

As they fumbled around, she moved toward the cabinet.

Luke kissed her smooth and pale beautiful back, imprinting traces of him on it. At the stime, the sound of

his belt's metal buckle being unbuckled reached her

ears.

She felt him pull his belt out and saw the belt being thrown by him onto the carpet casually.

Finally, he unzipped his pants and was about to take her into the abyss to sink in together.

"No... Don't..." Her body was trying to push him away. She panicked and grabbed the fruit knife.

Luke thrust forward fiercely.

He held her waist tightly with his two big hands as if he was about to break her before wrapping his arms tightly

around her body.

She tried blocking him again and again until they reached the cabinet.

During their intimate struggle, Luke was focused and did not notice that she had quietly reached for the fruit

knife.

Her heart beat faster as her trembling fingers gripped the fruit knife.

If she gave him a stab, he would probably understand how much she wanted him to leave her alone.

As she fought against herself, his thing cout and the moment he tried to insert it into her, she turned

around desperately and thrust the fruit knife toward his arm.

Slash!

The sound of the tip of a knife cutting into flesh was obvious.

They were very close to each other and it was hard to miss it.

After they stopped struggling against each other, Bianca's hand trembled as she lost her grip on the fruit knife.

She looked up at him in panic, then looked at his blood-stained sleeves on his white shirt. She was utterly

shocked.

Luke squeezed her chin with a grim expression on his face. He gritted his teeth, and there was burning anger

that was about to explode against her in his fierce eyes. However, his anger was suppressed.

Bianca trembled with fright like a kid who had done something wrong. Tears started falling from her eyes.

Luke grasped her trembling hand and pressed her hand down onto his member. He asked in a dark voice, "Why

don't you stab this part? Or you are not willing to forget how much fun it gave you and you still want to use it

again?"

Her small face was clean and clear with sdampened makeup. Now that she had stabbed him, she trembled

badly from fear.

When Blanche woke up, he climbed out of bed and looked for Aunt Bea everywhere.

He walked through every room upstairs and did not find her. He rubbed his eyes and went downstairs in a daze

only to see his daddy sitting on the sofa in the living room.

The doctor was packing up his medicine box and Daddy's left arm was wrapped in a bandage.

He forgot about Aunt Bea and walked over to Daddy. The little guy clung to Daddy and looked at the bandage

with widened eyes before asking, "Daddy, what happened?"

Luke leaned lazily on the sofa. He looked at his son with a darkened face without saying anything.

"Where's Aunt Bea?" the little guy asked when he realized that Daddy was fine. "She's married to someone else

and will be sother kid's mother soon, so don't bother looking for her in the future," Luke said coldly, got up,

and walked into the courtyard.

His son had to bring up Aunt Bea every single time.

Blanche was left thinking about those words in a daze.

‘She's married someone else.

‘Sother kid's mother.

'l won't let that happen!"

"Daddy, wait for me." Blanche wore a pair of tiny slippers as he chased after his daddy all the way to the garage

door. Before Daddy was about to get in the car and drive off, Blanche hugged his thigh.

Luke looked down at his son.

He looked up at his daddy and pleaded, "Daddy, please ... Please fight for her... | really want Aunt Bea to be my

mommy..."

"What's so good about her?" Luke asked a question that annoyed him. Although he was asking his son, that

question was also meant for himself.

Blanche started listing down the reasons naively." Aunt Bea is young, beautiful, virtuous, gentle, a homemaker,

respectful toward the elderly patient with children, and a lot more. Also, her mac and cheese tastes the best."

Luke opened the car door. "A lot of women have the traits that you've listed. As for the mac and cheese, no

matter how good it tastes, it's still junk food. Too much of

it will affect your physical development."

"Daddy, you talk as if you don't like Aunt Bea but you licked your bowl clean..."

The little guy raised his head and accused him.

The nanny told him that Aunt Bea also made a portion of mac and cheese for Daddy.

Daddy ate it all up and even licked the bowl clean.

After returning hembarrassed, Bianca took a shower on the pretext of the hot weather.

After changing into casual clothes, she went downstairs to buy groceries for dinner. After she made dinner for

Grandpa, she went for a walk with him while her soul was still detached from her mind.

When they got back home, Grandpa laid down and quickly fell asleep. However, she could not fall asleep. Her

bedroom door was closed and the lights were off. The world seemed a little dimmer.

She dug out the cigarettes that she had kept in her bag from last time. She lit one up. She was not addicted to

nicotine yet, but the feeling of being choked uncomfortably relieved her anxiety a little.

As she coughed out a puff of smoke, Bianca closed her eyes and suddenly remembered what happened at

Crawford Manor.

Before she stabbed him with the fruit knife, his penis had touched her vulva.

She was worried that there might be an accident.

After all, both of them were wet in a way. When she thought about it, she bit her

lip as she cried secretly, trying not to make a sound as she held her knees to her chest.

She had to remember to buy Plan B tomorrow.

She scolded herself, ‘Bianca, what's wrong with you? You already know that you

can't, but your body still has those horrible feelings toward him."

On that night, she finally fell asleep after being exhausted.

Early in the morning on the way to work, Bianca started to get unhappy when she remembered that today was

the day she would be receiving her probationary

salary.

At the office.

Sue went to the pantry and said to

Bianca who was making stea, "We have a new addition to our team. Her name's Yvonne Gideon She told me

that she knows you,

elmet

| can't believe how arrogantly late

but

she was today."

Bianca did not say anything.

"We have our company party tonight. | hope you haven't forgotten it. | can drive

you there after work." Sue patted Bianca on her shoulder with a smile. She

wondered if Mr. Crawford was going to join the party.

Outside the pantry, Jean overheard the conversation between Sue and Bianca.

When he went back to his cubicle,

Jean started his chat with his group

friends again. He sent a message to confirm, There's no change to the address and tgiven to you fast time.

Cby tonight to meet my exgirlfriend. No p*ssying out last minute. | know you like the pure ones. My ex-

girlfriend is guaranteed to satisfy you."

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