Super Wife’s Three Babies

Perhaps… Azalea did something to me when I lost consciousness six years ago? When I was injured?

The notion sent a chill down Eugene’s spine. The possibility that he fathered these three children morphed into a ball of fear that crept into him-he and Olivia would be over.

At the thought of that, he hurriedly slit his finger with a knife and let the blood drip onto a piece of napkin, which was handed over to Curtis. “I need a DNA test, and keep this between us. You mustn’t let anyone else know about this.”

“Okay, President Nolan,” replied Curtis seriously at Eugene’s somber face before leaving. Eugene’s apprehension grew. At that moment, he wished someone was setting him up by leveraging the children instead of having anything to do with them.

At first, he stayed vigilant regarding the possibility that the children were part of a conspiracy. Now, he was genuinely surprised by them to the extent that he did not inquire about their background, hometown, mother, or age.

that he might get jealous; that little brat is on Olivia’s side. If he knows about it, she will as well. I shouldn’t let her know before the test

from, and someone came into his mind. That second kid to speak… Isn’t he the same kid playing the piano at Mi Amor? He

with his car keys. Half an hour later, he appeared at Mi Amor and looked at

since

He thought for a moment before questioning, “How long has

something from him, sir?” The receptionist frowned. Eugene fished out a business card from his pocket. “Eugene Nolan. My girlfriend is impressed by the piano kid. So, I wanna

Blake Rogers. He’s six, and he came