Sweet Twins Indulge in Daddy's Love
Chapter 55 Read Me Some Stories

Charles coughed jokingly, slightly hinting to Bobby that the latter should leave to give him some time alone with Nancy.

"Mommy, please help me take a bath, and read me some interesting stories after. You can leave me once I fall asleep!" Bobby uttered, biting the nail on his little index finger.

Then, he cupped Nancy's face, and with hopeful eyes, he reluctantly said, "Although...to be honest, I want you to sleep beside me."

"You're starting to be a big man now. You shouldn't be clinging to your mom anymore," said Charles, interfering immediately to get what he wanted. The coldness in his tone alerted his son as if sending a clear message that he didn't like how the latter was acting up.

"Fine!" Bobby answered unwillingly, pouting his lips to the extreme to show his discontent.

'Tss! If only I could have two mommies,' the little boy ranted in his head, glaring at his father without being noticed. His innocent mind thought it would be better that way so that his father could have one for himself.

'Why is there only one mother in our house? I need one and perhaps daddy too!' he wondered further as he walked towards his bathroom.

Just like he wished, Nancy bathed and told him stories until he fell asleep soundly. And once she was sure the boy was in deep slumber, she finally decided to leave the room.

With her shoulders slouched and head on the floor, she twisted the knob open only to bump into a muscular chest.

"Thanks for doing all of these even though you're really tired." Charles' hoarse voice penetrated her ears while his hand lightly brushed against her arm.

Slowly, she raised her head, and subtly removed his hands. "Charles, I came here today not just for Bobby."

Her soft voice sent sparks and heaps of hope into Charles' eyes. "Are you here for me?" he asked, almost breathless.

"No, I want to talk to you about something," Nancy answered with a deep sigh, much to Charles' disappointment. The latter had expected for something else, but clearly, the former wasn't giving in.

So, he instead turned around and walked to the bathroom. "I have to take a shower first. If you want to take a shower with me, you can come with me. If you don't want to, there is another bathroom around. Go in my bedroom and take your clothes there," he said before going to the bathroom.

Nancy was left in an utter daze, utterly clueless as to how his mood could change quickly. However, after a while, she just shrugged her shoulders and walked towards his bedroom.

She pulled the wardrobe open with both of her hands and was shocked to see what graced her sight.

She thought that there were only one or two sets of female clothes stacked in there, but she did not expect that a variety of them filled almost half the entire space.

'Wow! This is something!' she exclaimed internally, while her fingers smoothly ran through the hanging clothing articles. As she carefully surveyed them, she discovered that all were new as the tags were still on. More than that, they were of designer brands from abroad! Perhaps a piece or two of those would amount to her monthly salary!

The sizes were precisely fitted for her body figure, making them look as if they were custom-made only for her.

'Did Charles buy all of these for me?' she suddenly wondered.

At that thought, she immediately grabbed her hair to brush off such a silly idea. There was no way he would do that!

'Never mind! I have to get dressed first,' she thought before getting hold of black underwear and a lace nightgown.

She then went inside the lavish bathroom and lay in the bathtub for a while before she walked out quickly to finally take a shower under the sprinkler.

As the water flowed through her skin, Nancy thought of how much comfort she had been enjoying recently. And frankly, she was not happy with it and thought it was too vain for her character.

So for the entire time she was in the shower, Nancy thought of some ways on how she could resist Charles' generosity. Even when she was putting on her pajamas with a towel wrapped around her hair, her head was occupied with so many thoughts.

'There's just too much going on right now,' she thought as she finally walked out of the bedroom to look for Charles. However, the light on the other bathroom was turned off, which meant that he had already finished his shower.

Where did he go?

As she turned her head around, a light from the other end of the corridor caught her sight. As if a magnet was dragging her in, she slowly walked towards it.

The door was slightly opened, and from the little gap, Charles could be seen sitting on his swivel chair while rubbing his chin.

A smile crept on his lips as he intently stared at the computer screen. Meanwhile, Nancy, who was standing by the door, could see all of these.

So with a slightly heavy breath, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

Tm the only one here," Charles said after clearing his throat. He then went on and added, "Why are you knocking the door?"

He was looking at her old photos when she was still a young girl. She was wearing her two small pigtails while holding a yellow truck in her left hand and a small spade on the right one. She was filling the truck with sand.

She looked about two years old in the photograph.

Little did she know, Charles had his bodyguards retrieve those photos for him. It was his little secret.

As soon as she stepped foot inside, he immediately closed the laptop, afraid that Nancy would see it.

"Isn't it a polite action to knock on the door?" Nancy asked while walking in.

"Sure," Charles answered. As Charles finally saw her up close, his brows suddenly twitched upwards. The pajamas she wore fit her perfectly, and he had his assistant to thank for that. He could assure that even the undergarments were just the right fit.

Although it was just pajamas-and not even a silky nightgown or lingerie-the girl's figure attracted his thoughts and imagination.

He felt a warm sensation senselessly flowing through his body. Swallowing hard, he raised his hand to touch his forehead, trying to hide whatever berserk he was feeling down somewhere.

"Thanks for the clothes." Nancy's delicate, white face was glowing under Charles' intent gaze.

"Don't say that." He stood up and strode towards the wine cabinet. "Want some red wine?"

"I think it would be better if we can just have nonalcoholic drinks," Nancy answered indifferently, leaning against the bookshelf.

"Yes, of course." Charles took two goblets and poured a glass of champagne for Nancy and a glass of red wine for himself. "Can we talk now? You said that you want to talk with me about something," he said after taking a quick sip.

After that, he raised his hand and toasted with Nancy.

"Well... Today, Jill and my father have gone to the hospital to see me." She didn't want to mention the Ning family. As she did, a pang of pain was piercing through her.

"And?" Charles frowned.

"They don't want Fannie to be locked in jail." Nancy bitterly smiled before taking a sip on her champagne.

"So they were just fine to know that she framed you up? Nancy, why did you grow up with such neglect? You're just too kind." Looking at her innocent dainty face, Charles felt a sudden distress in his heart. "I just...you know, grew up, I guess?" Shrugging her shoulders, she played with the glass on her hand.

"Then tell me, do you really want to forgive them for everything they have done to you?" he asked seriously while looking straight into her eyes.

"No, but I just can't simply ignore my father. They may be unreasonable, but they're still my family. So please, let Fannie go home now, Charles," she sighed and begged him earnestly.

"Nancy, you are too kind. Your kindness may not get paid back. If you continue to be too good and kind to people, they might take advantage of you. Do you want to be fooled again?" He meant to teach Fannie a lesson, knowing that she could only be controlled if her fear was to be induced.

Otherwise, she would never learn and would only continue to bully Nancy.

Fannie loved to bully the weak, but she indeed feared the strong ones-those who knew how to cut off her horns.

"For my father's sake, I have no choice but to compromise," Nancy decisively said with a tone of desperation in her voice.

"What if she sets you up again?" Now with a cold expression and grim face, Charles intended to ask that directly.

For a moment, Nancy was speechless. Her eyes blinked fast as her hands tightly grasped the champagne glass, and her lips pressed tightly. "Charles, trust me. She wouldn't commit the same mistake again. I know her."

Gently sighing, he moved closer to Nancy and whispered into her ear, "My silly girl, what should I do with you?"

She felt him softly rubbing her hair as he made her lay into his arms. And as her head was glued to her chest, his manly fragrance penetrated her nose, catching her in a total daze. "Charles, you promised me, didn't you?"

"Ahuh. How could I say no to you?" He would not hesitate to have a try even if Nancy asked him to do the impossible, let alone letting go of Fannie.

Was this what people called love? Was he really smitten with this woman?

He could do anything for her, even if it meant going against what he wanted. "Thank you, Charles." Nancy's soft voice resounded as she curled closer to him.