My Baby’s Daddy Chapter 1288


    Nigel’s parents were desperate for him to get married, especially after his cousin’s had their second child. They were really eager


    for him to find someone.


    Whenever he got close to a girl, his parents would assume that the girl was their future daughter-inw, and his mother would


    keep asking him about his rtionship with the girl. If Nigel wanted to avoid these hassles, he would only be left with one option.N?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    He’d have to bring the girl home-his house was the safest ce he could think of. So, Nigel drove his car back home and parked


    it in his garage. When he opened the back door, he smelled a muddy stench that came from the dirty water that the girl was


    soaked in earlier. “Hey! Get out of the car.” Nigel pinched his nose as he urged the girl to wake up.


    Queenie opened her eyes. She was still dazed and drowsy as she looked at her surroundings, and she only recalled her n


    when she saw the man standing before her eyes. “Is this your house?”


    She looked around before she helped herself out of the car. She was in the garage of what seemed like a grand-looking ce.


    Nigel stuck his hands into his pockets as he walked toward the elevator.


    “Did you see my phone?” Queenie asked. as she tagged along behind the man. Nigel frowned as he recalled how she hadn''t


    been holding anything in her hand when he carried her into the car earlier.


    “No,” he replied tly. Queenie felt rather helpless for a moment, but she figured that the skies were telling her to survive on her


    own. Fine! I''ll ept my fate.


    Queenie was shocked when the elevator. headed all the way up to the third floor. “You''ll be sleeping in the third guest room


    tonight,” Nigel said as he stepped out of the elevator.


    ‘Do you have women’s clothing in your house?” Queenie couldn''t bear the stench on her clothes, and she felt the urge to shower


    immediately. “No!” the man. replied almost instantly.


    She gave him a dumbfounded stare. | can’t believe this handsome, young master of the Manson Family doesn’t have a single


    set of female clothing at his ce! | bet someone as handsome and rich as him would bring a lot of girls back home, right?


    “You can have one of my sleeping robes for now. I''ll get my assistant to bring you some clothes tomorrow.” Nigel wasn’t lying-no


    girls visited his ce, and it was even rarer for his mother to drop by.


    So, why would he have any women’s clothing? It waste at night, and he didn’t want his assistant to drop by at this hour as he


    was worried that his assistant might go around spreading rumors. He didn’t want anyone to misunderstand the rtionship


    between him and Queenie.


    “Sure. Thanks!” Queenie was quick to agree to his suggestion. She headed down the corridor to the third guest room. The room


    was clean and tidy-it was even better than what she would find in a five- star hotel.


    Queenie grew up in a sheltered and wealthy household, so she wasn’t too surprised by what she saw. She headed. into the


    shower and started washing her hair.


    After showering for nearly thirty minutes, Queenie came out in her bathrobe. She blew her hair dry, and strands of hair framed


    her sharp and small face.


    Hershes were naturally curled, and her lips were a light shade of pink. She had a pointed nose and smooth skin that made her


    look like she was using a camera filter. Her overall look gave off a rather natural and sweet aura.