My Baby's Daddy

Just then, Jasper’s phone rang. After checking the caller ID, he answered it. “Hello?” “Jasper, where are you?” It was Aimee on the other end.

“What’s the matter?” “I want to know where you are,” she requested again. “I don’t need to report my whereabouts outside of work, Aimee,” Jasper said solemnly.

“You’re with her, aren’t you?” Aimee questioned, making Jasper frown. Meanwhile, Aimee continued, “Jasper, if you really like her, you should stay away from her and not move closer.”

“Aimee!” “Don’t let her become your weakness,” Aimee warned and hung up the phone. As Jasper held his phone, Willow, behind him, stared at him. ‘Are you leaving?” she asked worriedly at the sight of his sudden grimness.

At that, Jasper turned around to look at Willow, and his countenance indeed expressed his inclination to leave. Panicked, she rushed to him and grabbed his sleeve, commanding, “Your better not.”

Jasper’s brows relaxed a bit, and he looked at Willow, his voice hoarse. “Alright, I won’t leave tonight.” Only then did Willow smile. It was already 3.00AM, and dawn would arrive if they stayed up a little longer.

and lightning were gone, replaced by pouring rain outside the window. There was something magical about rainy nights. It

red wine and poured two glasses. She looked up at the man standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. There was something superior and dominating

floor-to-ceiling window, the man was strong and sturdy, resembling a towering mountain, unyielding, while the girl was slender and delicate, in need of

head against the man’s shoulder, pretending to

like a mischievous child who had yet to grow up in front of Jasper,

she had always projected an independent and competent image before meeting Jasper, traveling alone around the

by the special ops, away a batch of his live authorization codes. Now, his batch of goods was also