Pregnant With Twins: My CEO’s Tricky Love

Selena didn’t have the nerve to knock, while Bailey opened the bedroom door.

He’d specifically chosen a time like this where Elliot wasn’t there. Bailey knew that Selena didn’t know how to deal with her.

The door opened to reveal Jasper sitting there watching the TV with a bored expression.

Hearing the door, he turned around to look, his face turning shocked.

Then it sank.

“Come over here.”

He called out towards Selena. Then, he turned to his father.

“Close the door, Dad. I’ve got some things to talk about with Selena. Don’t worry. I won’t bully her.”

Bailey knew his son best. He smiled faintly, patted Selena on the shoulder and let her in, then closed the door.

Only Jasper and Selena were left in the bedroom. Selena walked over to Jasper’s bedside, not even daring to sit.

Face cold, Jasper opened his mouth.

you? Sit, or are

run because she felt like he and their mother were lying,

own sister distrusted him this much, Jasper was quite

her this well, but she

she suspected that their mother wouldn’t accept the child. But as her big brother, of course he was going to deal with it. Jasper felt like he was

like that,

sat slowly on the chair next to the bed, eyes rimmed

I do something wrong? Or did Mom say something behind the scenes that you didn’t like? Even if that was the case, you shouldn’t have left. You should have told me. I could have helped. Leaving so suddenly without so much as a word or a letter – what if something happened to you out there? Am I supposed to regret it for the rest of my life? You’re an adult now,

her for a long

this world. I know no matter what troubles I come across, you’ll be at my side protecting me. It’s been like that from when we were small. You always would love me. Why would I distrust you? Even a year ago, I knew that you approached it because

Selena’s tears fell, and Jasper’s

couldn’t this time, so I let my tone get a little hard. I thought you didn’t trust me, or that I’d done something

that, Jasper

it the child’s father? Is his identity too complicated? You’re afraid that it’d be dangerous for the family

if his sister still trusted him and trusted the family, but still left without a word

to keep it from the child’s father. If the child’s father knew, he’d been in danger, or she would be in danger herself. But the Hollands weren’t a small family anymore. They had power, they had authority, they had connections. A regular person couldn’t put such

understand. What kind of status did the

voicing them would stab me in the heart. Can you

you still don’t trust me enough to tell me your troubles and let me