Mama'S Twin
Caught Wet

Dario carried the unconscious Julie to his bed. He patted Julie's cheek gently, trying to wake her up.

Dario went into the kitchen and took a glass of water. He came back quickly.

Julie woke up but her head still hurt. Dario helped her get up and gave her a glass of water. Julie was lying down again.

"I call the Doctor" said Dario quickly and grabbed the phone in his pants pocket.

Julie grabbed Dario's hand by not losing fast. "Don't call or call anyone" she asked in a soft voice.

Dario put his phone on the table and turned to look at Julie with a look of pity and anxiety.

"Honestly, Julie" Dario continued to urge him.

" Yes, I'm honest," Julie replied still evasive. Right now I just want to be alone. He was so unwilling to argue or even just talk to Dario.

"You never had a boyfriend. You're almost 15 hours the same as me all day, sometimes more. You work with me everywhere. Back from the driver and so has been the last year. I know you're lying" said Dario staring at him sharply.

"I have a boyfriend. Only you don't know" he said. Julie held her head dizzy.

Dario let out a long breath. He looked around the apartment. A small but pretty neat place. His eyes were fixed on the items in the box and the open suitcase filled with clothes. He looked at Julie again with a questioning look.

"You want to move?" Ask wonder.

Julie did not answer. His eyes were half closed as his hands held onto his stomach. The nausea came again.

Julie rushed to the bathroom without caring about Dario. The nausea is just a feeling. Not a single drop can be spewed. He felt tired and sensitive. Dario helped her hold her arm. Julie slammed. He walked again to his bed and sat on its side limply.

Dario took the water in the glass again. Julie took it and drank it. Dario squatted down in front of his feet. Julie is uncomfortable.

"My answer, Julie. How many months are you pregnant?" Dario moved to hold Julie's stomach which felt a little bulging. Julie again denied it.

He wanted to push the man out of his apartment. His presence made him more nauseous, uncomfortable and upset. I don't know why.

"If it's really my son, it means after the night, it should be two months" Dario said. He was still kneeling down below, looking at Julie with his shady gaze. Julie's fed up.

"Nothing happened that night" Julie said briefly and curtly.

"I saw blood on the bed and you left, your belongings were not there either and you didn't show up at the office from that second until now" Dario said firmly. His eyes looked straight at Julie.

"I just didn't feel well and went back to town in a taxi" he replied as he looked the other way.

"I saw the CCTV. I went into the room drunk and you came out shortly after. Midnight, Julie. You know the conference is still going on tomorrow. I know you, you are a professional. You never leave your job. I must have done something and you left me. That's my son, right?" He said once more. Hand of Julie. Julie still didn't want to look at him.

"Julie, I want to take responsibility. You know I don't have children? I'm very happy to have children" he said seriously.

"Sorry, I don't mean this way. But already, I will marry you and raise the child" he said steadily.

Julie was very surprised to hear that. He removed his hand from Dario's grasp.

"I've said this is not the son of the Father and the Father does not need to be responsible or do anything. Please leave my apartment or I call the police" he said with a trembling mouth.

"That's my son" Dario insisted.

"No" replied Julie. His eyes are now glazed. I want Julie to beat up that guy. His life was ruined because of it.

"Prove it in the hospital. We're testing the fetal DNA" Dario said firmly.

Julie can't take it anymore. Yeah, of course he can't do anything. The hospital will definitely show the real fact that the baby it contains is Dario's flesh and blood. He never had a girlfriend and never had sex with anyone. But it was Dario who scowled all of him.

Julie shakes. He gathered his strength strongly. It stands. Dario stood up. Julie pushes Dario out the door of her apartment and locks him up. Dario knocked on his door, calling out his name in despair.

Julie sat on the floor behind the door crying. He complained why his fate was so bad.

Dario didn't give up. He's waiting at the door. The hallway of the apartment happened to be quiet. Balcony facing down. He looked down and saw his car parked there. He hurried to leave and left without a driver.

He pretended to go down the stairs, then he took off his shoes and went back to sneaking and sitting in front of the closed door.

He heard the girl crying. He heard it without being able to do anything. He was clearly rejected.

Dario was very sure now. The girl was pregnant and the child she was carrying was her child.

What can he do now. No. Maybe Julie needs some alone time. But he can't leave her alone either. What if Julie runs away. Clearly he had seen a pile of things in his box and suitcase filled with clothes. Julie would have wanted to run.

Dario was desperate. His phone is left inside. When Julie forbade him to call the doctor, he put the phone on his bed.

Dario thought hard. The distance from the office is quite close. He takes into account the journey and the time it took Julie to run. She's pregnant. He can't move on his own.

Dario ran down. He drove his car quickly like a man of infidelity. He arrived at the tall building. He asks his men to keep an eye on Julie in his building. He gave her his full address and asked her to hold him if he would leave.

Dario went upstairs, where his office was. He waited for the elevator to open impatiently. It entered quickly.

Dario got out of the elevator and ran to his desk. There's another cell phone there. Dario rushes to call his own cell phone left behind in Julie's apartment.

Dario asked everyone in the elevator to get out of the way and he rushed down. His eyes were sharp and looked anxious. Her phone dialed, but was not picked up.

Dario drove his car back to the apartment. His knees feel weak. What if the girl disappears again?

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Don't forget to leave a trace.