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.

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 about him, and his silhouette was truly captivating. Willow approached

the figures by the 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

against the man’s shoulder, pretending to be unsteady. arms,

yet to grow up in front of Jasper, using all her tricks and strategies

a man would bring out this side of her in her lifetime. After all, she had always projected an independent and competent image before meeting Jasper, traveling alone around

hotel. He hadn’t expected to be targeted by the special ops, away a batch of