I'm pregnant Sir Behave Yourself by Daphne

Bianca had to admit that with this man around to protect her, she was feeling doubly safe.

Which woman in this world would not like to be protected by such an outstanding man?

However, whenever you feel that the man was the right person, you would still end up getting yourself hurt. It

was only when you were ladened with wounds that you would understand that love could be as sweet as honey

and at the stime, it could suddenly becas cold as the blade of a knife.

What would this man leave for her in the end? She did not know, and neither could she afford to bet on it. 1

Bianca did not say anything to Luke until they reached the entrance of her residential area.

She did not plan to invite Luke in as she did not want him to know which floor and which unit she lived in.

Otherwise, he might suddenly appear with his kids at her door.

She was now sharing rent with Nina.

If Nina saw them together, it might bring up sunnecessary

misunderstandings.

At the office, Jason and Sue had misunderstood her relationship with their boss. That had been awkward enough.

She did not want to cause another misunderstanding about her private life. 1

Besides, she had just broken up with Jean not too long ago. If Nina saw that she was being escorted hby

Luke so soon after the breakup, even if Nina believed her, it was unavoidable that Nina might mistake her for a

promiscuous woman.

"Mr. Crawford, have a safe trip back." Bianca passed him his coat without looking up.

Luke stood about half a meter away from Bianca and lowered his head to look at the coat. The pure black coat

was being squeezed tightly by her delicate and fair hands.

He did not receive his coat.

Under the neon lights, Luke lit a cigarette and took a drag from it before looking at her. He asked with a deep

voice, "What are you afraid of?"

Bianca was afraid of him as a whole. His perfect physique, noble identity, each of his movements that appeared

so regal no matter how minute it was... All of him made her feel that she could only look from afar and not get

closer.

"Mr. Crawford, why do you need to make life difficult forme?" 1

"Why do | need to?" This question made Luke take half a step forward. He was now standing right in front of her.

Right at the moment when she had the slightest hint of wanting to avoid him, he raised his hand and caught her

lower jaw, caressing her with his thumb before answering, "I have my reasons for making life difficult for you." 1

Bianca looked into his unreadable eyes.

'What is his reason for making life difficult for me?

'Is it a global man's disease that the best things are those that remain unattainable? Once they successfully

conquer it, they'll gradually lose interest. With a wave of a hand, I'll then be worthless, and finally, I'll regain my

freedom again?’ 1

Bianca turned her head away slightly. Her jaw was released from the man's long and strong fingers.

The hand that was still holding the cigarette lifted. Luke placed the cigarette between his lips, but he still had no

intention of retrieving his coat from her.

Bianca was feeling exasperated and decided to be forthcoming about it. "I hope that Mr. Luke will show me

mercy and not play these games with me. | believe that you don't have a lack of women around you. Thin or

plump, tall or short, you can have any woman you want."

Luke blew a puff of smoke in her direction. With arched brows, he said, "Continue."

Bianca stood against the neon lights. Her eyes shone brightly from the reflection of the lights. They looked as if

they had tears in them. 'l do not wish for any riches or fin this life. | only want a stable and healthy life.

Thus, | have no intention of grabbing on to your legs, Mr. Crawford, nor do | have any dreams of turning from

Cinderella into a princess. 1 "I believe that there are plenty of other women who are praying fervently that they

can grab on to your legs and go above others. From A-list actresses, daughters of powerful men, aristocratic

young ladies... Any of them can be your pick, Mr. Crawford..."

Luke gazed deeply at the woman in front of him. On the surface, he looked expressionless, but on the inside, his

heart was going through a heavy storm where the ocean tossed and crashed around. Had he ever willingly

tagged behind a woman?

Even his mother had never received such treatment from him.

Did she not notice how he had humbled himself for her?

"Do you think that anyone can grab my legs as they please? For you who had easily shivered in pleasure when

my third leg lightly touched you, you're now setting up a gateway," Luke said sunruly things toward her with

a cold expression.

Bianca looked up in shock. Even the neon lights could not mask the blush that crept up her cheeks...

"Wait forin this spot. You can let your imagination run wild about what your consequences will be for

disobeying me," Luke said. He then took his coat from her hand while taking a drag from his cigarette before

turning to leave.

Bianca was left stranded on the spot in a daze.

Luke's back view was tall and straight, filled with authority.

She closed her eyes and could not help but compare. 'No matter how much alike Luke is to Senior Crawford, he is

not Senior Crawford at all. The former is a gentleman, a prince charming. The latter has a wicked tongue, a bad

temper, and makes everyone want to avoid him. 2

‘There is such a huge personality difference between these two men. How can these two be the sperson! J

Bianca was lost in her thoughts and did not notice an Audi Q5 approaching from the corner of the street.

Jean, who was frowning in the driver seat, made Marie's mood sour as well. He planned to drive to one O f the

parking lots at a nearby hypermarket when Marie suddenly called out, "Stop the car!" 1

Without looking at Marie, Jean said annoyingly, "The road is not your house. We can't stop anywhere we like."

"| saw Bianca. Stop the car!" Marie shifted her gaze from outside the car to glare

at Jean. "Your darling is just outside. Aren't you going to stop the car?"

As expected, Jean's expression changed when he heard Bianca's nbeing mentioned.

Marie was utterly disappointed and felt that the baby inside her was a joke. She screamed at him, "Didn't you

reprimandfor being the cause of you losing your darling? Alright, | will put in a few good words for you right

away and help you to reconcile with her!"

Ignoring Jean, Marie immediately opened the door and stepped out.

Jean wanted to call her back, but nothing cout of his mouth. He merely frowned, turned his steering wheel,

and drove toward a parking spot.

Bianca was shocked to see Marie appear.

"How interesting to see your expression like this. You didn't expect to seein this area, did you?" Marie was

expressionless as she stated straight at Bianca before her lips moved again. "It was so easy to find out where

you live. You seem

to have forgotten to tell via

Clinton that we sisters aren't on good terms."

Ever since Claudia and Bianca had bumped into each other that one time,

Claudia knew where Bianca lived. 1

As Kevin's wife, Jennifer had to follow her husband back to his familial hat Luojiazhen. Out of curiosity, Marie

followed them back a few times.

Each tClaudia heard that the Baynes were back, she would always go over to find out how Bianca was doing.

After a few trips, Claudia becfamiliar with

Marie.

In front of others, Marie would always hide her dark streak and acted like a pure and innocent girl, thus Claudia

never suspected anything.

Bianca recalled what she had heard during the day about Marie being pregnant with Jean's child. There was no

anger within her. Instead, she was a sea of calm.

"When are you and Jean getting married? Don't forget to letknow. I'm happy that both of you have found

love in each other." Bianca somehow felt that both of them were a suitable match for each other.

"Why? Are you acting tough despite all those wounds in your heart? | will not laugh at you even if you admit that

you are heartbroken that | snatched your boyfriend!" Marie's voice may not be loud, but each word was

piercingly painful.

Bianca chuckled. "It's just a pair of shoes that | have grown tired of. | felt that they were dirtied and torn, thus |

threw those shoes into the

bin. Whoever picks them up afterward has nothing to do with

me. What should be thrown is already thrown. There's nothing for