Daddy, I Want Mummy...
Chapter 13

All the characters, incidents, and settings in this story are fictional. Similarities to certain stories, both plot and characters are just coincidental and unintentional.

HAPPY READING

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At the hospital gate, a shiny luxury RV was parked, which attracted the attention of many people.

Rachel did not even bother to reverse her arrogant appearance. He was compiling the words and preparing to explain them to Owen.

The butler opened the door for Rachel.

As soon as Rachel entered the warm car, she saw Owen sitting on the small sofa, her small pink face, and her spirit was much better than before.

Formal little suits, tiny leather shoes with no blemishes, and her soft hair are coated with hair gel, which makes the little one look soft like a doll in the window.

As soon as Owen saw Rachel, his eyes like crystal wine immediately lit up like stars, and he extended his fat little hand towards her reliably.

Rachel gasped for Owen's actions.

Rachel shook her warm and tender little fat hand. "Are you okay?"

Owen nodded and spontaneously climbed onto Rachel's lap.

Rachel was embarrassed to push him and could only let him sit down.

Owen wrote on the mini pad: "You lied to me!"

"Hospitals are very busy." Answer Rachel.

"Isn't it because you don't like me?"

"NO."

Owen looked at Rachel with relief.

Rachel thought about it and said, "Honey, Aunty usually has to work. You're using an RV too conspicuously. Next time don't come to the hospital in this car, okay?"

Owen's smile as bright as the sunrise a second ago immediately fused into a Luster, but Owen stared at Rachel grievously.

Rachel was very unhappy to see him and reluctantly said, "If you want to see me later, you can call me. I'll see you after work."

Owen looked a little better when he heard it and wrote, "Really?"

"Of course."

"Daddy said we should repay your kindness. You take care of me when I'm sick, and I can promise you a wish" Owen wrote.

Rachel read the sentence a few times before saying, "No need."

"It must be so."

"Aunty doesn't lack anything."

"Then will you be my Mommy? I have Daddy, but I don't have Mommy."

"I'm just an ordinary little doctor, and I can't be your Mommy" Rachel said.

Owen paused and wrote, "Then don't be my Mommy for now. Will you accompany me to dinner?"

Rachel saw an excited expression on her face, and it was no good to refuse anymore. "alright. After dinner, you go home with the butler."

Owen nodded cleverly and still sat on Rachel's lap, letting her hug him.

The car stopped in front of a fancy restaurant, and the butler opened the door for them.

Owen walked in front with his small, straight back.

Rachel felt claustrophobic after seeing the Restaurant and her heart exuded a feeling of helplessness. If he ate there, his monthly salary would be forfeited.

After sitting down, the butler ordered food for them and left.

Inside the large Restaurant, there was only Owen and Rachel left.

Owen raised the warm milk in his hand. Rachel knew what she meant, so she took the cup in her hand and touched the cup. They're toasts.

Owen listened to a crisp voice and inevitably showed a childish smile typical of him.

Rachel also smiled and narrowed her eyes, and drank the drink in her cup until it was clean.

Owen saw him finish drinking, and a clear light flashed in his eyes.

Rachel looked at her small eyes and wondered,

"What's wrong?"

Owen shook his head.

After Rachel ate some mouthfuls of food, she suddenly felt dizzy and looked around as if the world was spinning.

He shook his head and forced himself to concentrate, but his dizziness became increasingly heavy.

A pair of Owen's small arms were around his chest, and he looked at Rachel who was slowly falling on the table with an indifferent face.

Then there was a sly smile rising from her tiny lips.

"I'm making money!" replied Christopher.

"Where do you make money?"

"What did you say?"

Owen seemed to have asked the wrong question.

Christopher ignored.

Owen wrote again, "Daddy, I'll give you a gift."

"Little rabbit, you're sick and you can't jump blindly."

"Do you want it?"

"Not interested, don't bother me when I make money."

"I'll send it to your company!" Owen wrote again.

"Don't!"

"If not, I'll run away from home!"

"OK, okay! Just put it in my room and get out, I'll see it tonight!" Christopher had no choice.

"All right!"

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Rachel's brain was dizzy, and she was sleeping very tired.

His chest seemed to be pressed all the time, and he could not breathe at all.

Rachel gritted her teeth and opened her eyes. She was struck by the strange room furniture when she woke up.

All the feelings of his body had returned, and his entire body was like it was falling apart, so painful that he did not even have the strength to raise his hand.

But there's a warm arm on his waist. Rachel was frightened and looked, she was trembling.

Christopher's handsome face that was close to immediately visible.

Rachel's eyes widened, in disbelief seeing the sleeping man, her brain suddenly became chaotic.

Rachel was silent for a few seconds, she moved her waist and turned to get out of bed.

Not long after his feet touched the carpet, he was pulled back by a pair of strong arms and locked between the padded bed and the chest of his field.

Christopher slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw Rachel, his eyes emitted a sense of disdain.

But the disgust soon disappeared, and whispers of banter began to be heard.

He said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want to take your actions for granted after doing that to me last night."

He snorted warmly, his breath exhaled on Rachel's skin, causing Rachel to tremble lightly. Rachel's gaze swept over the tooth scar on Christopher's shoulder, and his face turned red.

But at the thought of a few days ago, his heart surged with anger and coldly said, "Take it off!"

Christopher provoked his little chin. "Are you unhappy?"

"Do I have a reason to be happy?" Rachel wants to push Christopher, but is unable to push him.

Where her palms were caressed like a flowing electric current, and she was limp and numb.

"It's not good to marry me? I like you, and Owen likes you a lot too. You won't have annoying in-laws and endless money. All women dream of marrying me, but you avoid me like snakes and scorpions." Christopher's black eyes looked at Rachel. "My lady, did you deliberately give me your honor?"

Rachel's eyes could not wait to spout fire. He looked at Christopher angrily and reached out quickly to point at the acupoints on Christopher's waist.

Making use of Christopher's inability to move, he pushes her around and turns around and gets out of bed.

He picked up the clothes scattered on the carpet and immediately went to the bathroom to wear them.

After coming out, Christopher was dressed. He was leaning against the wall across the bathroom.

Where the neck cannot be hidden, there is a clear sign of***** there.

She saw Rachel giving a burst of shame.

Did he do anything that far last night?

Christopher looked up at him. "I'm sorry for what I just said. If I want to marry you, I'm really serious."

Rachel ignored him, passed him, and walked out.

Christopher Morgan held his wrist. "Is it so hard to marry me?"

"I won't marry a man who uses disgusting means to paralyze me." Rachel said, "I admit, when you proposed to me, my heart was warm, but that was it. I don't have much money, but I don't lack money. I won't do it because of you..."

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