Sweet Twins Indulge in Daddy's Love

"A few years ago, I met a girl. She was also having a mole on her back, and it was in the same position as yours. Tell me, Nancy, are you that girl?" Charles whispered in Nancy's ear.

Nancy was shocked and tried to calm herself down. "Charles, do you have paranoia or hallucinations? How on earth it could be me? We have known each other for less than a year!" She tried her best to sound lighthearted, but at the same time held her breath inwardly.

Charles pushed her away gently and looked into her eyes intently. "Really?"

Nancy nodded. "No, Charles, it wasn't me!"

Charles didn't ask any more questions. He took the unfinished painting and said, "Nancy, finish this painting for me. I want to see what your painting looks like and whether the woman in it is the same as I imagined!"

"But I'm afraid I can't draw well enough..." said Nancy.

Charles smiled. "Don't refuse, alright?"

"Okay, let me have a try!" She had no choice but to agree.

"Nancy, I know you can draw. You're a good painter. Don't try to fool me, okay?"

She felt a little scared as she sensed the ferocity in Charles' eyes.

"Let's go, honey. I've already prepared the dinner. Let's have it!" Charles said in a gentle voice, putting his arms around Nancy's shoulder.

However, no matter how gentle he was, there was a hint of uneasiness in his voice.

This feeling made her a little uncomfortable. Did he find out something?

Should she tell him the truth?

She was struck in a dilemma.

During the meal, Charles ate very quietly. Occasionally, he picked up the goblet and gave a toast to her. Because of her panic, she spilled the red wine several times. Charles frowned and complained, "In my impression, you are a steady-eyed female doctor who performs surgeries with utmost precision. What's wrong with you today?" "I, I... Maybe because I was a little scared at that time and haven't recovered yet from my foot injury." She quickly found an excuse in her defense.

"Well, then have a good rest tonight. You will be fine tomorrow," Charles said softly.

"Yeah, I hope so," Nancy said.

She had a good sleep that night.

She woke up early in the morning.

The time was already past six o'clock.

'Well, Charles shouldn't have got up at this time!' she thought.

She walked into the kitchen and wanted to cook, but she was stunned by the scene in front of her.

What was it?

Well, the kitchen was waterlogged.

"Oh my God! What should I do now?" She guessed that the tap must have been opened when Charles was cooking and he might have forgotten to close it last night. Facing so much water, she was at a loss.

Now, she had to go to Charles.

She trotted to the door of Charles' bedroom. In a hurry, she forgot to knock and broke in directly.

As soon as she got in, she shouted out of breath, "Charles, get up and check the water in the kitchen. What should we do now?"

Charles was still asleep and didn't hear her words at all.

So he nodded in a daze.

"Wake up, Charles!" Seeing that Charles hadn't woken up yet, she walked towards his bed.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and realized that Nancy was walking towards the bed. Thinking that he was naked, he lifted the quilt in a hurry and buried himself in it. She was anxious. How old was Charles? Why did he still like to play this?

Nancy patted Charles gently across the quilt.

She asked in confusion, "Charles, do you have a fever? Do you need me to bring another quilt for you?"

Perhaps she thought too far into it.

She believed that the reason why he got into the quilt in summer must be because he felt cold. He must have caught a cold and had a fever!

While trying to check his temperature, her hand just touched his lips. Morning was the most sensitive period of men's physiological time.

Then, Charles suddenly stretched out his hand and dragged Nancy to the bed.

Before she could figure out what was going on, a pair of big hands suddenly pulled her into the quilt.

"Hmm... What are you doing, Charles? Are you out of your mind?" She was struggling in the quilt and had difficulty in breathing.

Charles' body was almost like a net, trapping her under it.

"Well, I just had a fever and felt unwell. It was you who took the initiative in provoking me!" Charles said viciously.

"If you have a fever, I'll get you some medicine. But for heaven's sake, stop it!" Nancy was confused, too. If the man had a fever and didn't take medicine, then why was he behaving like a bully boy? "My brain is damaged due to the fever. It's useless to take medicine," Charles said freakishly. As he spoke, he started to lay his hands on her under the quilt.

"It's useless for you to bully me, isn't it?" She tried to push him away, but she didn't dare to move her injured foot much.

"Ahh... It hurts! My foot is going to break. Waah..." she shouted exaggeratedly.

Charles paused for a moment and gently moved her foot to one side,

thus making it sure that he wouldn't touch it.

Nancy thought that Charles would let her go. But, when she was about to get out of the quilt, she was forced down again. His big hands held her small hands, and his legs pressed her legs. In this way, no matter how violent his actions were, he wouldn't hurt her foot.

They were entangled.

With her mouth wide open, she breathed hard like a fish out of water, but her mouth was filled with the fresh breath of Charles.

Once Charles became rude, it seemed that he couldn't stop. Nancy felt that her breath was getting slower and slower, and she was about to suffocate.

Fortunately, at that moment, her phone rang.

"Charles, get up. I... I have to answer the phone. Please, I have something to do!" Nancy said with difficulty.

Charles moved his lips towards her and kissed on her face.

In the next second, he grabbed his nightgown and put it on.

Finally, Nancy was able to come out of the quilt. She gasped for breath. It took her a some time to sense what was in front of her.

Patting her chest to calm herself down, she answered the phone, "What's up, Doris?"

"Nancy, come to the hospital quickly. I'm in your office," Doris said.

"Tell me what happened? Why are you so excited?" Nancy asked in confusion.

"You will know it as soon as you come here," Doris said and ended the call.

"I have something to deal with in the hospital. The kitchen is waterlogged. Please try to clean it. I... I have to go now." Nancy stood up and was about to leave before breakfast. But her foot were so painful that she staggered and almost fell down.

"Silly girl, what happened? Why are you in such a hurry?" Charles asked, looking at her strangely.

He became more and more suspicious of the relationship between Nancy and Bobby. Was it a mother and son relationship?

"Well, it was Doris. She didn't tell me what it is about. I don't know. I'll go and have a look first." Soon, Nancy grabbed her bag and changed her shoes. But she was still limping. "Wait, let me drive you there." In the next moment, Charles put on his clothes and held her in his arms.