Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 319

Aigoo. I don’t want anyone to know yet.

It’s way too soon.

“No Madam. My Master didn’t tell yet,” He reassured.

“He didn’t yet?” I ask.

“Yes, when I found a baby department on the screen from my master computer, it kind of let the cat out the bag. That and the smile on his face all day has me confirmed my guessed Madam,” He tells me.

Oh,I sink into my seat.

Assistant Yu pulls up in The Mansion and I waste no time jumping down from his Jeep and making my way up to the Mansion.

“Madam. He is in his office.” Assistant Yu inform.

“Thanks,” I use my key, pushing my way through the doors, and head straight towards the back of The Mansion passing through the living room and smiling to myself as I was excited to meet my husband.

As I approach his office room, the door opens and a man exits, looking tense but relieved all at once. I’ve never seen this man before. He looks different, fully clothed and without any briefcase in his grasp.

Maybe this mansion staff maybe. He nods at me then continue his stride to the stairs.

Then I push through the office door and find my husband on his knees in the middle of the floor, my mind suddenly awash with painful memories. But he’s fully dressed in his suit and there are piles and piles of paperwork spread on the floor in front of him.

He looks up, and my heart constricts at the exasperated look on his beautiful face. His concentration frown is heavy.

“Hi,” I shut the door behind me, and his look changes from mentally exhausted to content in a split second.

“Here’s my love,” He sits or his arse, knees bent and with his feet flat on the floor.

He opens his arms.

“Come here. I want your hugs,” He says.

I walk slowly over.

“Wanted a hug, or wants me to sort all of this out for you?” I muse.

He pouts and waves him arms impatiently.

“Hehe, both.” He says.

When I sit between his thighs and shuffle back until my back is pressed to his front.

His arms wrap around my shoulders and his nose goes straight into my hair, taking a long, loud inhale.

“How are you feeling today?” He asks.

“Much better,” I say.

“Good. Babe, I don’t like seeing you unwell. So please be obedient, eat on time if you can,” He concerned.

“Then you shouldn’t have been underhanded and knocked me up.” I retort dryly, earning myself a nudge of his leg.

“I saw a glooming man leaving. Who’s that?” I asked.

“Hmm,” he hums in my ear, nibbling at my lobe.

“Did he got sentence a punishment or burial?” I grin to myself when I’m nudged again.

“Oh. I sentence him to get married. Sarcasm doesn’t suit you, my dear,” He scoffed.

Haha. I’m pretty speechless.

“What’s made you so reasonable on you people today?”

“I’m always reasonable. It is you, beautiful girl, who’s the unreasonable one. He just staff. I gave just a scold for not being able to finish his mission on time,” He tells.

So I don’t bother challenging him as I already got my answer. I don’t even bother scoffing or laughing, but his little comment has just reminded me of something.

“Haha. How reasonable was when Mr President has stolen my car then?”I ask.

“By the way, how did you manage to start the engine without any key?” I scowl at him.

“Oh, I called a TOW,” he replies with absolutely no shame or further explanation.

Then I reach forward and pick up a few pieces of paper, anything to stop myself from countering his ridiculous claim of not being unreasonable.

“How was your day?” he asks.

As I try to prevent the slight tensing of my body, scorning myself for the immediate reaction to withdraw from his embrace so he doesn’t sense it.

Given his relaxed reaction, I don’t need to worry him with trivial, empty threats from his ex-scorned lover.

“Very productive. Shall we make a start?” I ask.

He groans but releases me.

“Suppose yes,” He answers disappointed.

Over the next hour, we sort through endless papers, bills, contracts and invoices. So I’ve collated them all in date order, stacked them in neat piles and secured them with the paper bands.

And Feng Teng slumps in his office chair and starts fiddling with his computer, and I watch as I finish binding the final pile of papers. He’s guiding his mouse around, his frown a perfect line on his brow.

Then I got curious, I get up to go and see what he’s so rapt with, although I suspect I already know.

As I walk around his desk, he flicks his eyes quickly to me, and then hastily shuts his screen down.

“Dinner?” He stands.

I give him suspicious eyes and lean past him, turning the screen back on.

It’s as I thought; baby decoration everywhere.

Multiple screens are open, and I glance across the bottom, seeing every manufacturer of baby equipment that you could think of.

Ahh. There’s even one page dedicated to organic nappies. Then I turn my face to his with a questioning look, but I can’t possibly be cranky with him, especially when he shrugs sheepishly and starts biting at his bottom lip.

“Isk. Just doing a bit of research.” He looks down and starts scuffing his shoes on the office carpet.

Instantly, I melt at his feet so I could hug him. Then I embrace his excitement and embrace him tightly.

Oh, Dear. So cute

“So my dear hubby. I know you’re excited, but could we hold off from telling people now?” I request.

“No! I want to announce it actually,” he complains.

“Tell everyone that I’m going to be a father soon,” He says excitedly.

Aiggooo.

His reaction right now was so new and you would never know he was the same man from the first time meeting.

From the arrogant, conceited arsehole the day I met him in this exact office, to this?

“Hubby. I know you were so happy, but I’m only a few weeks pregnant. It’s not a good omen if we let others knew now I’m on early preggy. As I know, others usually wait until their first scan, at least. So the baby already growth strongly at that time,” I persuade him with fact.

“Then we should get the first scan then. Yes. Yes, we should get one tomorrow.” He tells me.

I laugh and pull away.

“Not tomorrow. Now it’s far too early for a scan, and anyway, the last time clinic will do it.” I say.

He looks at me like I’ve just grown another head.

“No way. You are not having my baby in that clinic,” He screamed in protest.

“I…” He cut in.

“No. This is not up for discussion. End of it,” It’s that tone, the one I know, for sure, never try to challenge.

“Never, no way in the clinic.” He shakes his head.

He’s horrified at the thought.

“What do you think they’ll do?” I ask.

“I don’t know, but I’m won’t giving them the chance a bit. He takes my hand and starts leading me out of his office.

“We will go to Shang National Hospital. It’s an exclusive privilege for Feng Family to be treated there. So you should be grateful. No chance to go to others.” He says.

“Yes, I am, it’s wonderful, but we won’t be utilising it. All conclude then,” I agree.

“King of control,” I mutter, looking up at him on a grin.

My grin is returned, even though I can see he’s trying to remain serious.

“Good,” He replies.

“Babe, I like your dress though,” His eyes wander down the front of my nude structured pencil dress, as do mine.

“Thank you,” I say.

“Babe. I want to show you something. Come here,” He opens the door and places his hand on the small of my back to guide me.

“What is it?” I ask, letting my body be gently pushed from his office and down the corridor.

I shiver when I feel his mouth at my ear.

“It’s a surprise,” He tells.

Now I’m curious, and I’m also feeling… a little breathless.

Just from a few whispered words and his hand on my body, I’m mentally wanting for him. My pregnancy might be responsible, or it could just be because of him for being too tempting.

No, it’s the latter, for sure, but combined I could be in a whole heap of hormones excessive trouble.

M.A.D.A.M.O.I.S Customized Design Booking.

Pierre Workshop page.

Seriously hubby?

Even our baby equipment and need also will be design by the Famous Designer, Pierre?

Gosh, what Pierre would react then?

Now I can imagine my husband has got a zero sourcing all sorts of luxurious for our baby equipment. All of sudden, I can also imagine Pierre face when Feng Teng hits him with his latest booking customised list when it’s just a few short weeks since he met me and set me up for my stunning gown for the anniversary dinner.

And just a few short weeks after that, she’s searching for my wedding dress, and then not long later, she’s finding our baby’s equipment decoration and clothing…

What must he be thinking now?

A Shot-gun or what.

During my wedding he also got a rush book from us, maybe he thought because we both can’t be apart. That’s why. And if he sees another rush customised book from Feng Teng then Pierre might be thinking that we both married in a rush because Feng Teng knocked me up, just like everyone else will probably think, including my family and Grandfather Feng.

Oh, Hooo.

How long can I hold out before I tell my family and Grandfather Feng then?