Nancy took a glance at Charles, who was quietly drinking the chicken soup without raising his head.
The truth was, Charles liked hearing his son call Nancy "Mommy," but he wasn't about to comment on
it.
Nancy sighed and patted Bobby's back gently. It seemed that there was nothing she could do to stop
this habit of his.
"Never mind. Eat slowly, take your time," she said, handing him a bottle of water.
After taking a few sips of water, Bobby asked, "Mommy, I can call you 'Mommy' in front of others,
right?"
It seemed the little boy was still worried about this.
"I don't mind, Bobby," Nancy agreed. Anyway, regardless of whether Bobby called her "Mommy" in
public or not, people wouldn't stop speculating about the relationship between her and Charles. The
most troublesome thing in the world was to explain the truth.
"Great! Mommy, I want to have chicken drumstick and sausage. Grandma doesn't allow me to eat
them. I'll eat one, only one, okay?" Bobby said eagerly at such a loud volume that many people in the
canteen turned to look at him.
Shrinking back in her seat, Nancy said weakly,
"These things that Grandma doesn't allow you to eat are bad for your health. Come on, Bobby, eat this
quail egg instead. It's nutritious." Right now, there was nothing she wanted to do more than to run away
from all these prying eyes,
but unfortunately, she couldn't escape with Charles and Bobby around.
Noticing her embarrassment, Charles smiled lightly.
Just then, his phone rang;
he was getting a call from Jay.
Jay wasn't that worried about Charles as long as he was spending time with Nancy,
but he wanted to report his findings right away.
Besides, he thought that Charles would have sobered up by now,
so he dialed him without any hesitation.
"Tell me," Charles said with a frown.
"Charles, you asked me to look into Nancy's background..." Jay coughed lightly as if to cover up
something.
"Yes..." Charles covered his phone with his hand so that Nancy wouldn't hear their conversation.
"I learned from her friend that she took a year off during senior year. Apparently, she told everyone she
was ill, but she never gave anyone the details," Jay explained.
"What kind of illness takes a year to recover from? Unless..." Charles trailed off, thinking of his own
past. He had a sex with a woman, and it took a year to get the baby.
"Unless what?" Jay asked, confused.
"Unless she needed a year to give birth to a baby," Charles said in a low voice.
As soon as he said this, there was a gasp at the table.
"Daddy, who had a baby?" Bobby asked curiously.
Nancy, on the other hand, was sweating all over.
'Is Charles talking about me?
Does he know that I gave birth to a baby?' she wondered, feeling flustered.
However, she maintained a straight face and kept silent.
"One of the secretaries. She asked if she could take the year off because she's going to have a baby,"
Charles replied to Bobby, smoothly coming up with a lie right away.
Bobby gasped again, this time in happiness.
"Oh, that's great," he said cheerfully.
But Nancy was still feeling nervous. Even after hearing Charles' words, she couldn't shake off the bad
feeling that had overcome her.
Over the past few weeks, she had grown fond of Bobby's company. He made her feel warm and loved.
As for Charles, she just couldn't avoid him, and even found herself thinking about him sometimes.
However, he was such an aloof man that he would probably never fall in love with her. On the other end
of the line, Jay said,
"That could be it! Charles, haven't I done a good job?"
"What? Do you want a reward?" Charles asked.
"No, I'm just glad you think I've done a good job," Jay teased, bursting into laughter.
Without saying another word, Charles abruptly hung up the phone.
Gazing at his phone, Jay raised his eyebrows. All he had done was laugh a little, but Charles had hung
up on him! What a cold man!
"Bah! Why should I keep taking care of your business, Charles?" Jay complained loudly in an
inebriated state.
Ignoring his words, Doris asked drunkenly, "So do you dare to say that to him?" asked Doris jokingly.
She had drunk a lot since she was worried about the table.
She learned that it could cost a hundred million! She decided that from today onward, she would do
anything for this man,
because he would pay for her.
"Wow. Doris, this is the men's washroom. Why did you come in here?" Doris shrugged. At this point,
she was so drunk that she couldn't be bothered to pay attention to such small details.
Besides, what was the problem?
"Why can't I come in? I just want to use the toilet," she said, entering a cubicle.
For a moment, Jay was completely dumbfounded. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "How
ridiculous!" he finally exclaimed. Then, he quickly locked the door so that no one else could walk in.
"Doris, you never cease to surprise me," he said, shaking his head.
"I've always been different from other people, but this is the first time someone put it in a positive way!
I'm glad to hear that," Doris slurred from inside the cubicle, her voice accompanied by the sound of the
toilet flushing.
Jay frowned, completely taken aback. How stupid was this woman? Couldn't she tell the difference
between someone praising her and someone mocking her?
In the end, he shook his head and shouted, "Okay, Doris. Please finish your business as soon as
possible. Then we can go our separate ways."
In her drunken state, Doris suddenly felt aggrieved. "Humph. Who would want to be with you? Look at
yourself. What else do you have besides money? You just stink of money. What a vulgar man!"
"You're the one who's vulgar," Jay shot back and burst into laughter. However, he was getting tired of
talking nonsense with this ridiculous woman.
"Hey! Where is the toilet paper?" Doris suddenly shouted.
"What? You expect me to give you toilet paper?" Jay asked impatiently.
"Of course. I need it! I don't have it here!" Doris replied.
"Fine!" Jay looked around and found a roll of toilet paper kept near the sink. With a long sigh, he
grabbed it and then knocked at the cubicle door.
Doris opened the door just a crack and took the roll from him. "Thank you."
Just a few seconds after she closed the door, Jay yelled out impatiently once again, "Come out now!"
At this moment, he deeply regretted bringing her here from the hospital. He should have just dropped
her on the street or sent her home.
Why had he brought her to this hotel? There were so many gorgeous women waiting to spend time
with him, but here he was, being stalled by this woman. This was not how he had wanted to spend the
day at all!
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