Sweet Twins

Chapter 24 Daddy, Don't Peek

"Bobby, your Mommy is not angry. I was just teasing her. Look, I bought her new clothes," Charles told Bobby. Then, he opened the package in his hand and took out the clothes inside.

"Have a try," he said softly, turning to look at Nancy's red face.

A stream of warmth suddenly flowed through her eyes. Although she was panicked, she said in a stiff voice, "Thank you."

Shrugging his shoulders, Charles smiled.

"Daddy, I'll cover your eyes so that Mommy can change her clothes," Bobby said quickly, trying to prevent them from quarreling. Besides, he thought that he should protect Mommy from Daddy's eyes while she was changing her clothes.

After all, Daddy was a man,

not a cute child like he was.

"Bobby, don't worry. We can both close our eyes," Charles suggested cheekily.

"Good idea, Daddy. Don't peek!" Since he was just a child, he was easily fooled by Charles.

"Hm. You are not allowed to peek either! Tell you what, I will cover your eyes and you can cover mine," Charles said cheerfully, bending down.

"Okay, Daddy." Bobby stretched out his tiny hands to cover his Daddy's eyes,

while his own eyes were covered tightly by Charles' big hands.

Nancy, who had speechlessly been watching this exchange between them, shook her head and walked into the bathroom with her clothes.

However, it didn't make much of a difference. There was only a wall of frosted glass separating the bathroom from the room, so her silhouette was on full display.

A wicked grin broke across Charles' face as he greedily took in the view. What a silly woman! He had seen everything that should be seen.

If he wanted to see her, how could she escape?

'Nancy, something might happen between us,' he thought.

After breakfast, Charles dropped Bobby at the kindergarten and then took Nancy to the hospital. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

To avoid unnecessary rumors, she made him park his car a kilometer away from the hospital.

As she got out of the car, she heard him lazily say, "Nancy, I'll pick you up after work."

"No, thanks, Mr. Fu," Nancy said in a polite but distant tone.

"Bobby needs you. I'll pay you a salary for the time you spend with him. I know you earn a lot at the hospital, but more money doesn't hurt, right?"

Nancy sighed and nodded. "Yes, let me think about it."

She did need a lot of money for her mother's medical and nursing expenses every month. Besides, she really wanted to spend time with Bobby.

Nancy's answer was good enough for him for now, so Charles drove away.

Whatever it was, he did not want Nancy out of his life for the time being.

When he reached his company, he casually walked to his office as usual, but all the employees gave him strange looks.

"Is there something wrong with me?" he asked aloud as he entered his office and took a seat on his chair. His secretary, Viola Yang, who had walked in right behind him with a cup of coffee in her hand, was taken aback.

Although she had been working for Charles for two years, she had never dared to make eye contact with him.

She was afraid that she would drown in his eyes, which were as deep as the sea.

But now, she had no other choice. As she set the cup of coffee down on his table, she looked into his eyes and blushed. "Mr. Fu, I think you look more handsome today than usual. Everyone does... That's because you're smiling today!"

"What?" Charles rubbed his chin in confusion. Had everyone given him strange looks just because of the smile on his face?

Viola Yang took a deep breath and plucked up her courage to say, "Mr. Fu, you might not be aware of this, but you've always been cold and unapproachable. Everyone is very afraid of you. But today, you look handsome and warm. They... They say your smile is as beautiful as a flower blooming."

Leaning against the back of his chair, Charles squinted his eyes at Viola Yang and said, "Are you kidding me?"

But Viola Yang was so obsessed with him that she didn't even flinch. She just shook her head and said, "Mr. Fu, they're not exaggerating. You really look handsome when you smile."

She continued to stare at him in a daze, almost drooling.

"Okay, I get it. You can go now,"

said Charles with a smile.

"Okay, Mr. Fu!" Viola Yang bowed deeply and left with a wide smile on her face.

Once she was gone, Charles frowned.

He wasn't used to smiling. Did he really look handsome when he smiled?

He doubtfully took out his phone and tried smiling at the camera.

But no matter which way he turned, he found that he just looked weird with a smile on his face.

Dejected, he turned off the camera and leaned back in his chair, fixing his eyes on the ceiling and forcing a smile.

At that moment, he heard a ruckus outside.

"Excuse me, do you have an appointment?"

"No, I don't."

"Our CEO won't see anyone who doesn't have an appointment. Please leave." "Let me in! Your CEO will see me. I'm Nancy's sister. You do know who Nancy is, don't you? She is your CEO's girlfriend now!"

In an instant,

the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by his usual coldness.

A few moments later, the door of his office was pushed open, and a somewhat beautiful woman walked in.

Viola Yang followed this woman inside and said gingerly, "Mr. Fu, I'm sorry. I couldn't stop her..."

Charles raised his hand and asked Viola Yang to leave.

With a bow, Viola Yang walked out of his office and closed the door behind her.

"Who are you?" Charles asked indifferently, looking at the stranger.

"Mr. Fu, nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you, and I've wanted to meet you for a long time. I'm Nancy's sister. But Nancy can be very private. She didn't mention that she had a boyfriend to our family at all. If I hadn't seen the news articles, we would still be in the dark," Fannie said in an aggrieved tone.

"Well, now you know. Why are you here?" Charles had heard things about the Ning family before, but since Nancy had never brought up her family to him, he hadn't asked her about it either.

However, her sister's attitude today was a little peculiar.

"Mr. Fu, our family is inferior to the Fu family. Please take care of us for my sister's sake," Fannie said audaciously, walking up to him and reaching out to touch his shoulder.

He dodged her touch, but she immediately sat on his lap.

"Mr. Fu, don't let my sister see us like this!" she said in a sweet voice.

In his many years of doing business, Charles had come across all kinds of women.

It was obvious that Fannie was throwing herself at him.

'Humph, who does she think I am?' he thought with disdain.