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.

is out of consideration. Forget about the fact that he might get jealous; that little brat is on Olivia’s side. If he knows about

the same kid playing

car keys. Half an hour later, he appeared at Mi Amor and looked at the podium first thing. The

the kid could not come to work since he was elsewhere today, so he headed to the reception

said the receptionist. He thought for a moment before questioning, “How long has he

him, sir?” The receptionist frowned. Eugene fished out a business card from his pocket. “Eugene Nolan. My girlfriend is impressed by

is Blake Rogers. He’s six, and