The Adorable Twin’s Sticky Daddy novel Chapter 102

Charles was not the type to be controlled by anyone— let alone any woman.

Even though Dorothy was aware of this, she could be very erratic at times.

"Yes, Dad, I want to know." Throwing her arms around his neck, Dorothy mustered her sweetest voice, enough to persuade her father.

"Okay, let me ask others." Evidently, her charms worked as Drew took out his phone and dialed Charles' assistant.

If Charles didn't go to the company, then his assistant probably knew where he was.

As a busy and influential businessman, he hired six assistants who were responsible for different things. And every time, he'd be occupied with other matters, he'd assign tasks to those six.

Some of them were in charge of handling domestic issues, others dealt with overseas concerns, while the rest managed office affairs.

This particular assistant who Drew just called was Mr. Yang, who was in charge of domestic affairs for Charles.

However, quite surprisingly, even he didn't know where Charles had gone last night.

And although Drew found it slightly odd too, he couldn't lie to his daughter—not when her tears were on the verge of falling.

He tried to sport a calm expression for some time, but he couldn’t bear to see his daughter crying, so he pleaded with Mr. Yang to inquire about it.

So after hanging up the phone, the assistant called Jay and asked about Charles' plans last night, saying that he couldn’t get hold of him.

Because Jay trusted Charles' assistant, he told him exactly what happened last night.

"It's Nancy, isn't it? Dad, what should I do? If Charles really falls in love with her, then what should I do, daddy?" Dorothy sounded desperate as she cried to her father.

Helpless, Drew could only stare at his for a while before summoning his breath and saying, "A woman should never show too much jealousy. Men don't like those types of women."

"But what should I do now?" Dorothy sobbed in a low voice, covering her face with both of her hands.

"You have to visit Nancy. Buy a bouquet of flowers and be polite," Drew suggested as he patted his daughter's head for comfort.

"I'm going to visit Nancy?" From the tone of her voice, it was evident that Dorothy was unwilling to do this.

"Charles is with her, remember? You have to keep your enemies close. Just make it look like you're vising her."

After hearing such a reasonable suggestion, Dorothy clenched her teeth and muttered angrily, "Alright! Alright! I'll go!"

Just like her father suggested, Dorothy bought the flowers and went straight to the sanatorium. Although she bore a gloomy face all the way there, she calmed herself and plastered a fake smile before getting out of the car.

It's very kind of you, Miss Zhuang," Nancy expressed politely, holding the flowers Dorothy brought.

"It's nothing. We are a family." A playful smile etched on Dorothy's lips as she said those words. But little did Nancy know, the former clenched her fists tightly while hiding them behind her.

She was obviously restraining herself from doing anything reckless that might either offend or displease Charles. "Dorothy, you didn't have to buy anything." Behind Nancy was Charles, who spoke with a cold voice.

Even the indifference in his tone did not escape Dorothy's ears. He really seemed very different now— much to her dismay. She had never heard him spoke so softly or even sport such a gentle look on his face. There was just something so distinct with how he looked at Nancy.

"You two talk. I'm going to buy breakfast." Feeling the awkwardness in the room, Nancy decided to go out quickly and escape the secondhand embarrassment.

"Alright. Be careful and don't take too long," Charles reminded with a gentle voice that seemed foreign to Dorothy.

"Okay." Without looking back, Nancy hurried out and finally left the two alone.

As soon as she was outside, she had to stop to calm herself. Her heart was beating too fast, and she knew how flustered she was at that moment.

Although Charles had said that calmly, it was easy for other people to misinterpret him. But more than that, it was apparent he acted like a normal husband would— and even in front of Dorothy!

"Charles, how is your leg?" With only the two of them now, Dorothy sat beside him, touching the wound on his leg to check on it.

"I'm feeling much better now. Thank you for your concern," said Charles with an evident frown.

Then, without trying to get noticed, he moved his leg away from Dorothy.

'What is he hiding from me?

Why is he like this now? He is so different to me now!'

Dorothy could only scream in her heart, afraid that if she was to ask him, his honest answer would only hurt her. So instead, she just kept mum.