Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy
Chapter 1904

Monica listened to what he said, and felt that his son was really a little villain. He must have said that on purpose, in order to let her hear it.

However, her son's ability to think for her was proof that the little guy knew how to balance the relationship between adults.

After the shower, Monica put on a white bathrobe and lay on the side of the bed. She gently patted his son's arm. The little guy was not willing to sleep just now. Now that his parents were by his side, he immediately felt at ease It was not too long before he fell asleep.

The bedroom door was pushed and Stinson walked in with a gray bathrobe. His tall body was wrapped in a large bathrobe, which was even more awesome, giving a kind of speechless aggression. Monica's mind trembled a little and her breathing tightened as well. She lowered her head deliberately, and her gaze gently lay on her son's face.

"Gabe is asleep?" The man asked with a low voice.

"Yeah!" Monica answered gently.

Stinson stood at the bedside and looked down at the bed, then he asked in a pleading tone, "Can I sleep here?"

Monica was stunned for a moment, her pretty face flushed with redness. She intentionally said, "If I said no, would you leave?"

"No." The man answered directly.

Monica laughed and glared at him: "Then you don't need to ask for my permission, I know you definitely won't leave."

"I'm not that rogue, I just promised my son to sleep here."

Monica glanced at him. If he wanted to sleep here, she would scold him for being a rogue.

But now, knowing that he was playing tricks on her, she could never complain again. On the contrary, she still wanted him to sleep here.

"It's almost midnight. Let's go to bed." Monica looked at him and whispered.

"Remove Gabe to the other side." The man suddenly asked.

"Why?" Monica's heart trembled.

"I don't want to hug him," the man said.

If the little guy was awake at the moment, he would be angry with his dad.

"If you don't hug him, then who do you want to hug?" Monica asked.

"No one but you." The man lay on the bed.

Fortunately, this bed was very large, and the three of them would not be crowded together. Monica lay on the other side. Suddenly, a strong arm reached over her son and held her tightly. "Tomorrow, I want to discuss with my parents about our marriage." Stinson reached out and turned off the bedroom light. In the darkness, his emotions became more stable, and the man's voice sounded even more sexy.

Monica was shocked. She couldn't help but look at him. In the dark, she could see the handsome silhouette of the man. He seemed to look at her either. The lights were extraordinarily charming.

The soul that Monica felt was about to drown in. She was breathing tightly.. She was slightly dumb: "Will it be too fast, we have not known each other for two months."

"If you are the one, then time is not a problem. Moreover, Gabe grew up. If you don't give him a home, then the longer he grows, the more he feels inferior. I once experienced that."

"I heard that you used to live with your mother at early age, and only then came back to your father's side." Monica whispered.

"Coincidentally, after my mother gave birth to me and my sister, I didn't know who my biological father was. At that time, my only memory was mother, whether it was at school or when I went home to play with my friends. There was always a feeling of uneasiness in his heart. "Stinson closed his eyes and regained those memories that he had forgotten. Only then did he understand that at the age of four or five years old, he really needed a sense of security.

"How could this happen? Does history happen again?" Monica was shocked.

"I'm sorry, I was really drunk at that time. I didn't mean to sleep with you." Stinson felt guilty.

"We're not going to talk about this. We won't talk about it in the future." Monica was not unreasonable, but she had some emotions. She needed to vent her, so he just appeared in front of her.

"Okay, this is a god-given fate. We just caught it." He also knew about this matter and had to forget about it.

"Mm, sleep." Monica nodded. This was a promise.

Early morning!

The sun was shining, and Monica opened her eyes. She noticed that her arm was being pressed by a small head, and her back was clinging to a solid chest, her brain buzzing. Only then did she think that last night, Stinson kissed her, and immediately after that, he had been lying beside him asleep in the middle of the night.

Monica woke up, but she did not dare to move. There was a son in front of him and a man who was still asleep at the back. She sighed lightly. Did she have to pretend to sleep again? She moved her arm, and the man behind him suddenly held her tighter. His chin was placed on her shoulder, and the heat he exhaled was burning her neck.

Monica trembled all over her body, and a strange fire raged from her body.

She suddenly felt a little sultry and could only gently grab his arm and push her hand away from her stomach.

"Are you awake?" Behind the man's lazy voice came.

Monica turned her head to look at him., only to replace he is awake. He smiled at the bottom of his eyes: "Morning!"

Monica quickly pushed her son gently and sat up. She looked embarrassed: "I'll go to the bathroom."

The man immediately raised the arm that held her long hair, and Monica ran in as well.

In the past, when she lived with Gabe, she did not need to pay attention to intimacy at all. Even when she was in a good mood, she could still hum a song.

But now, she felt embarrassed.

Monica stayed in the bathroom for a while, brushed her teeth, and was about to wash her face. Suddenly, the door of the bathroom opened and the man's thin lip smiled: "I'm urinating." When Monica heard it, she hurriedly walked out the door, but the man grabbed her arm: "What are you panicking about?

Monica wanted to cry without tears. Could this man be particular? How could she stay in the same room with him?

"Okay, I'll go back to my room, then let's have breakfast, and come to my home." The man finally did not bother her, and he lazily turned back to his room.