THE BILLIONAIRE DOCTOR'S BABYMAMA

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me. The morning Houston sun warms my skin as soon as I leave the airport. With

ing home. How will everybody feel to see me come back? My father won't be thrilled. Maybe he is pleased

m getting married, I will have to go through my father. And there i

won't be pleased to hear that Father is forcing Chloe to get married. I believe it is too soon for her. She barely

ell him the address of Aunt Teresa,

Houston is. The weather here is more comfortable than in Japan. Japan has been

gives after I dismissed my marriage. It is amazing t

age. I took over the company when I was barely twenty-five and made it grow. But that wasn't enough for my father. He had wanted more. He

t my luggage from the trunk, and I tip him. He drives away a few m

smell of flowers fills the air. They are different sp

er she can. I usually help her when we spend holidays here. That had b

lity. I had to take care of Chloe as well. And I did just that until I left. She

long, wavy black hair that falls to her shoulders. The front of her black hair is covered with gray hairs which indicate

it. As I step on the porch, the smell of ginger and onion

e calls. "Is t

le at h

Teresa. It'

ut of the house and pulls me into a hug. I sigh in re

gain," she says as she hugs me. "I

ll thought I wasn't going to

s out of

o be back h

d grabs my luggage

vorite pancakes," she says

ll of pancakes. She keeps my luggage on the couch and rushes in

ith the pan in her hand and a pancake

be delayed for another

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coffee for breakfast. As I munch a forkful of pancakes, I feel my tong

sa chuckl

d this so m

ods t

lways your favorit

forward to take

say tha

nt Teresa's plate becomes empty,

t brings you bac

look at the last pancake on my plate and lose my

oe into an arranged

by that. Her face is still,

my voice filled w

ushing the plate to the side and ge

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t you say

lower lip befo

ever listen to

d on the chair, folding

try talki

came here first,

no

can stop this madness

hin with her eyes on the ta

can't help you. Your fat

t this would be a waste of time. The only thing I can do n

y way I can sto

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can feel my heart thumping hard against my che

tate. I am home, but I feel like this is a big mistake. But i

y the gate. His eyes bulge out in surprise,

. You're hom

step into the compound and gaze at the mansion,

cher," he says. "I hop

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you, Sy

s in r

the doorbell. The door swings open immediately, and

tly pulled into a ponytail. However, there is something

re home," she

no

are

ne. He

Already? How is that possible? She t

y, stepping into the

nd we walk through the short hall

suits talking to each other, backing me. The firs

t the other man. I know him. I have seen him somewhere. I ca

ver as I ca

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